I KNOW nothing. Ok, so maybe not nothing but definitely, very little. If I was an owl, I would be rubbish, because you know they’re supposed to be wise and well, I’m far from that. Yet. It’s my birthday tomorrow and I will be turning the ripe young age of 36. And so, last night when I was thinking what to write about today, I thought, I know! I’ll share
BACK in May, I achieved a lifelong dream. To stay in a gypsy caravan, and marvel at the romance of it all. *sighs* You can read all about it here, about how much we loved it as a family and see how beautiful these gypsy caravans really are, but for now I want to talk about what I learned from staying in one. Because make no mistake, it was a
AS a teenager I thought I knew it all. You could even say, I was quite the handful. I had plenty of runs in with my Mum over the years as I battled for independence and a yearning to grow up fast. I wanted to run before I could walk, which looking back now, must have been so painful for my Mum. (Sorry, Mum!) But guess what? I didn’t know
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