Everything was sorted. Flights, accommodations, car… maps and passports and visas… the dog/house sitter booked, regular deliveries cancelled… I was soooooo on top of it I was scaring myself. (a part from sun screen… still needed sun protection…) AND THEN… we got hit by a ‘heat wave’. If you don’t live in the UK you …
… No 1 man-child needed to be picked up at the end of his DoE practice expedition… from the hills of Shropshire today (which incidentally is not so ’round the corner’ from here…), so my sister and I decided to grab a sandwich and ‘go for a walk’. We had leftover tiramisu in a tupperware and …
… and then the weather changes… and it’s time to come home…
Boxing day Italian style (posted today because the wifi at my mother’s house was terrible!) Mum and I spent the afternoon in the medieval village of Spello, in Umbria. Magical place.
THIS is what I call an Easter egg. and let’s face it… if you’re eleven… would you want anything else? Just when you think that all this goodness would be a spoiling experience, the ruin of every Italian child… there’s always the sobering reality of the awful surprises contained in each egg. Seriously bad. No …
Planes, trains and automobiles…
… you know what the say about buses… you wait for one for ages and then two show up at the same time? Well I can confirm it is also true about weekends away with your husband. Two weeks after the last one we found ourselves once again on a train speeding towards the capital …
Amazing weather. Cloudless sky. Blue blue blue. Mr M and I dragged two unwilling teenagers to visit one of the most iconic houses in the Britain: Blenheim Palace, home of the 12th Duke of Marlborough. The land and the money to build the house was given to the 1st Duke as a ‘thank you’ for …
The husband and I abandoned our children yesterday and took the train to the big smoke. (We didn’t really abandon them. My sister was in charge) (Actually you could say we abandoned her with them… but everybody survived so it’s all good) First stop in our whistle stop 24 hours of freedom was the Hockney …
If being a dear friend’s birthday wasn’t an excuse good enough, the fact that it was the most gorgeous sunny/blue sky/balmy day of the year so far totally clinched the deal and made it a no brainer for a day out. We decided to head away from Cheltenham and it’s racing madness (never seen so much tweed …
while you're ahead... 