So sorry I’ve been away for ages and sorrier still this break will continue. I still love craft but I am finding it harder and harder to write about. Contrast this with writing about cinema, which flows off the keyboard since I have been accepted to write for the very fabulous Lost in The Multiplex. […]Read More Au Revoir Mes Amis
Or if I have misunderstood the rules: The Lullaby’s Not For Who You Think When I was little and had bad dreams Mum would stroke my forehead and sing. Not children’s songs but songs we sang at the meetings we went to, songs about the things we believed in. When my babies have cried and […]Read More The Lullaby’s Not For Whom You Think
Judah: Will the baby come out through Mummy’s testicles? Well, she’s arrived. Verity Edith debuted on June 5th, 11pm. Sweet and lovely, but then I would say that. Unlike my last three labours, the midwives had opportunity to arrive in good time. We sat about with Tracy and Mandy chatting and laughing between my contractions, […]Read More How Rumours Get Started
My due date is two weeks away and although my previous four were all complication free home births, nothing is guaranteed. So I will reminisce before anything has time to go pear shaped. Apart from me. I’ve gone pear shaped. Expecting Connie I was frightened of pain and embarrassment, now I know it’s the psychological […]Read More Before my Emergency Transfer to Hospital for a Combined Cesarean/Hysterectomy/Kidney Transplant
The benefits of learning to read early are effortlessly apparent. It’s a powerful thing to be able to edify and entertain yourself. The merits of late learning are less obvious, perhaps invisible if you are in a literacy heavy school system. Patience is eight, she has a good grasp of how reading works but she […]Read More The Surprising Upside
Several water authorities announced drought conditions and imposed hosepipe bans. Like a spell, this has presaged in daily downpours of monsoon intensity. Time for “Anna Rock Punch”. Ukrainian Anna wore her immaculately coiffered grey waves pinned up. She embroidered her own exquisite folk blouses, smiled all the time and made interesting things to eat. She […]Read More Something to drink whilst you’re ringing out your bobble hat.
Back from France and over six months pregnant, I feel now is the time to give up our secret identities. I am Lydia (months off 40) Married to Garry (weeks off 44) Parents of Connie (days off 12) Patience (8) Salvador (6) Judah (4) And blimp unborn. We welcome name suggestions. The more outlandish the […]Read More Drop This Charade!
Our usual brand of brioche is “Harry’s”, last week we bought “Pasquier” instead. Most found it an ordeal to swallow even a mouthful, the only one not revolted by the taste was the four year old, J. Everyday I’d cajole him to eat as much of our brioche mountain as he could get down. I’ve […]Read More The Alcoholic Preschooler
Thanks to ruthless packing, the only toys that made it across the Channel were Sandy, the sand filled doll and a handful of cars. After a whinefilled day or two, the tots have proved contentedly resourceful, especially when making dolls and jigsaws from G’s castoffs. Inspired by Eve Arnold I show you the tiny hands responsible.Read More Small Handmade
Everywhere we go, huge walls of logs are trustingly stacked up to dry, not simply for this winter, but for two more to come. Everywhere. G and I never buy wood in England but through resourcefulness and opportunism get fuel for free. I say “we” get wood but G finds the tree, chops it […]Read More Wood, Wood Everywhere But Not A Stick To Burn.