"And when I turned to look, Freya was trying to wash her hands in the bidet," I laughed, as I explained what happened to my mum on the phone. That wasn't even the worst part. My goodness, what a weekend. My brother, sister-in-law and nephew came over from America (on a ship) and were staying… Continue reading The One Where Freya And I Share The Honeymoon Suite (A Weekend Adventure In Felixstowe).
“I don’t like the beach,” Freya said, as I pulled out of our road. Driving us to the last minute holiday I had booked. At the beach. “Since when? You spent all last summer asking to go to the seaside. What don’t you like about it?” “It’s booorring.” Ah, her new favourite word. When the… Continue reading Mother/Daughter Holiday: Dream V Reality.
Freya went to a fourth birthday party at the weekend - the first one she's really been old enough to take part in. The excitement had been mounting for weeks, even though she's not really sure what a party involves (apart from cake). It doesn't matter, she thrives on new places or experiences. Nothing phases her.… Continue reading Finding the real me again – feeling the fear and doing it anyway.
It's an age-old question. Or it would be if "age" described the 20-odd years that take us back to the 1990s when blogging began, which seems like only last week to me. Anyway, it's a question that appears to unite all bloggers at one point or another, no matter how big or small their audience. It is asked… Continue reading Why Blog?