“I'll always be able to count on you, won't I mummy?” Freya asked. We were sat at the dining table where she was drawing before dinner. “Of course. Always.” I answered, gently rubbing her back. She looked up from her work and smiled sweetly. What a lovely mother/daughter moment. “Not when you’re dead,” she added. … Continue reading Talking About Death With A Four-Year-Old.
"Mummy, do you know what the Big Bang was?" Freya asked. It was 7am and it had been my turn for a lie-in (I know, who'd have though I'd ever call 7am a lie-in?). I had woken up just a few seconds before. As I staggered into the living room my mind was on what to have … Continue reading Life, The Universe And My Three-Year-Old.
The hum of a small plane engine overhead followed by lots of brightly coloured parachutes slowly floating to the ground were a regular feature of my childhood - and I was often inspired to leap off a garden chair with a sheet tied to me in an attempt to fly. Ipswich Airport has since closed (the last plane left in 1998) … Continue reading My Sunday Photo – February 19th, 2017.
The first few days of half-term have been spent wandering down memory lane – at least for me. Freya and I swapped Norfolk for neighbouring Suffolk and returned to my parents’ house in Ipswich. Not only did they have a load of boxes for me to sort out from their loft, which last saw the light of … Continue reading Half-term Fun At Christchurch Mansion In Ipswich.