SOMETIMES when I look around our project house, I get frustrated. With the amount of work that still needs to be done on it and how little time we have to do the things that need to be done!
FOR the first time in my life, I was a little nervous to wear a bikini. A little more tentative and a lot more anxious than normal. Not like me at all in fact.
ONE of the things I love to do is to get a group of pals together and throw a little dinner party. Admittedly it’s not something I’ve done too much of lately. (Early pregnancy kind of puts a spanner in the work when it comes to this kind of thing!) But over the years I’ve hosted many a dinner and a number of other types of parties too – eurovision
ADMITTEDLY it doesn’t really feel like summer in the UK at the moment. Typical huh? But like most of us I love the sunshine and warm weather. And I also love, love, love dressing for summer. (When it’s not for our bonkers UK weather that is.)
IN eight days, Elsie will turn four. Another year older, another age reached, another little milestone passed. Last week we had her first school induction, the week before that I bought some of bits and pieces of her school uniform and on Friday she will visit nursery for the very last time and we will say goodbye to the staff who have done such a wonderful job of looking after
THIS is one post that I never dreamed that I’d be writing. Nor is it one that I hope anyone needs to read. But I’m writing it, because sadly, this is something that has recently happened to me which means, in all probability, it could happen to any of us at any time. I’ve experienced being truly gossiped and talked about twice in my life.