All the things I do instead of writing…
The rugby 7s tournament was on in London on 20th May, which meant an exodus of the entire male part of my husband's family. So the women and children decided we would take ourselves off to Center Parcs in Woburn. I was quite curious, as I've never been to a holiday park. My parents never... Continue Reading →
We have been on many trips recently, mainly climbing related. Yesterday we left the children with their aunt, and spent three and a half hours driving to North Wales. We stayed in the Tyn y Coed hotel, which was very friendly, although the beds were rather soft. The objective of the trip was a simple... Continue Reading →
Whenever I'm out cycling around Milton Keynes with the kids in the trailer, someone admires it and asks where it's from. When we were deciding which one to buy, there was very little information on the internet, so I thought I'd post a little review of it. It's a Thule Chariot CX2, which we bought online... Continue Reading →
A colleague pointed out to me the other day that it would appear I no longer travel anywhere at all. This isn't quite true; I just don't update this blog any more, preferring to write my rather dull, and still only occasional "this is my life" missives over here. So, in the intervening two years, since... Continue Reading →
I read the news today, as indeed I do every day (usually without immediately thinking of Beatles lyrics). A very silly article caught my eye: a "study" by Anglia Ruskin university, about pop lyrics and ageing. It seems that old peoples' health is negatively affected by the fact that pop lyrics are overwhelmingly negative about... Continue Reading →
About 18 months ago, we decided to have another baby. This baby duly made his entrance into the world last August, a week late. I don't like putting my children's names online too much, which is rather silly, but let's just call him Squidgy, since it's turned into his nickname anyway. I could call him... Continue Reading →
I don't really write much any more. This is partly due to not seeing the point in publishing stuff that no one will read, and partly because two small children remove most of my brain. I'm sure they get up in the night and suck all my ideas out with a straw. Anyway, my husband seems to... Continue Reading →
Today was not really the day I wanted to see almost three hours of Ibsen. The children had been a bit fussy all day; nothing unusual, just crying at inopportune moments, the older one getting upset about me going out, the little one wanting more of my milk in the middle of M&S, and then... Continue Reading →
It is perhaps strange that having a family should make me fearful, rather than hopeful, for the future, but having children makes everyone vulnerable. You can threaten someone's life, and they may shrug and decide that their life isn't worth much Threaten their child's life, and they will do absolutely anything. It makes every happy... Continue Reading →
Sometimes life seems sort of rainy. I tend to choose these times to write a great deal. It's a bit like eating chocolate - trying to run away from the moment you don't like. As I don't tend to fix my problems with chocolate or alcohol any more, at least I'm not fat, but it... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 