I have absolutely no idea what to have for breakfast.  I’m hungry but nothing feels right.   Child No 1 is concussed.  No it wasn’t me when I saw the state of his room… he had a particular nasty collision with another player last Wednesday which left him with headaches and slightly dodgy memories.  It …

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“Phenomenal Woman”  (Maya Angelous) Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl …

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Today I gave myself a day off from hockey matches and washing machines and trips to the supermarket… My good friend Emma and I drove to Stratford-Upon-Avon – the birthplace of Shakespeare – and had a lovely day walking around the town remarkably empty of tourists. I do love a good Tudor wall… all wonky …

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Yesterday I had the enviable chore to HAVING to pay a visit to Burford Garden Company (had to, it was an instruction from Mr M in order to find interesting plants for the new lounge shelves… pictures to come…).  The place lies halfway between me and Ali… so meeting up for lunch was a no brainer. Whilst waiting …

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… Volare… oh oh… cantare… oh oh oh..nel blue dipinto di blue… felice di stare lassù’… Ok it might not mean a thing to you but that song pops in my head every time the plane breaks through the clouds and that deep deep blue welcomes you and promise you adventures. I’m typing this from …

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I took this photo yesterday afternoon on my when on taxi duty my way to pick up No 3. HASHTAG NO FILTER. The sky was this weird grey/yellow that, frankly, was a little spooky.  My grandmother would have called it ‘earthquake sky’ based on no scientific reasons whatsoever.  But then again she had a plethora of …

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Let’s get down to business and try to catch up on all the going-ons around here. This past weekend was a mad one.  It so happened that Mr M had reached a particularly significant mid-century landmark and had to be celebrated.  No matter how in denial one is, certain events must be acknowledged.  Right? We …

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