12 things I most definitely won’t forget about our family trip to Thailand

I’ve never been fond of the expression ‘making memories’, I’m more a ‘living in the moment’ kind of girl. Just as well really, because I have a tendency to forget. Not just people’s names or where I put the remote control, I mean big chunks of my life. Monumental events like my graduation, places we went on our honeymoon. My daughter’s first words. They drift into a blurry black hole, never to be recalled, or only recalled when I get strong sensory prompts. I blame my reckless twenties. Burning the candle at both ends, I downed more booze and partied with enough abandon to give Lindsay Lohan a run for her money, so I can’t help but pin it on all the fun I had. There’s zero proof to this theory, but that’s by-the-by because my memory’s crap whatever the cause, and if I don’t write things down or take photographs it might as well have never happened. Continue reading 12 things I most definitely won’t forget about our family trip to Thailand

This film will make you happy

When me and the Bs went to a preview of Sing yesterday afternoon I genuinely didn’t expect to leave with a silly grin on my face or be moved to the point of writing about it half an hour later. I honestly can’t remember the last time I walked out of a cinema feeling that warm and fuzzy. Continue reading This film will make you happy

2017: Out with the old, in with the new

Thank God it’s January. 2016 sucked, and as those closest to me continue to rise from the collateral of loss, illness, redundancy and break ups, I think I speak for most when I say we’re ready to put the last 12 months behind us. Of course, it had its moments – new life was created, engagements announced, opportunities snatched; so it didn’t go down without a fight, but, greedily, it took more than it gave. Continue reading 2017: Out with the old, in with the new

How to slice, dice and chop like a pro.

How naive was I to think I could learn one new skill a week? Having spectacularly underestimated how long it would take to master the art of chopping, I’m starting to realise I might have been over ambitious in my quest, but I won’t be discouraged because my newly acquired blade skills give me everything to play for. It might take more than a few casseroles to get knife-perfect, and future skills might come more naturally, but daily practice has seen me achieve new levels of efficiency and the trusty old cheese grater is getting way less action – I kid you not.  Continue reading How to slice, dice and chop like a pro.

The day Donald Trump became President Elect: a note to my daughter.

Dear Little B. I’m writing this post for you. Maybe you’ll read it as a teenager reflecting on life, maybe you’ll be wrinkly and rooting through the archives but, however you come across it, whatever you’re doing, you won’t be the four year-old in blue Tinkerbell pyjamas for whom it was originally written.
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