There's a great sense of satisfaction in MacGyvering something. I love it. I love the whole thing. The looking at the problem, the working out what size the hole is, how wide the bit was....
I'm sure you have some 'coming of age memories' - moments you look back on and think 'I really learnt something that day.' .... Rafts on duck ponds sounded like just my sort of thing. It looked like the day just might turn out all right.
Since it snowed a lot, we’ve done some skiing. I don’t think I mentioned that it snowed a lot. Well it really and truly did. And it scared me. When you grow up in southern England, the idea of snow being scarey seems ridiculous. Snow is exciting. It’s unusual, and when it happens it’s a … Continue reading S’no Fear
It’s not that her London life is destroying her, but it’s not inspiring her, either. And the fact is, Naomi’s in love - with New Zealand.
Whenever we move, the cat(s) have to come too - of course. Current Mr Mog, aged 14, was born in rural NZ, moved to the city (albeit at nice quiet seaside suburb), flown to the UK and now driven to the south of France - to snow, of all things!
I could have written this a few weeks ago. But now it’s really true. They speak French. The children. Not utterly fluently, but they speak. And... “You don’t pronounce it like THAT mummy!” I hear, several times a day. I’ve even started toasked them for vocabulary. Our youngest’s handwriting has gone from this: To this: … Continue reading They Speak French!
A friend shared an article on Facebook about The Disease of Being Busy. It's one that's been around a few times - but also one that bears re-reading every time it comes. A particular quote struck me as I read it late in March: "In many Muslim cultures, when you want to ask them how … Continue reading Play Outside – go on!