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Category Archives: Life on the journey
Another piece of the jigsaw is back.
Early morning wake up, sun streaming all around. A thought turned to action. Familiar clothes put on again, music in the ears and slowly I walk out of the door. Feet that have been still for too long remember how … Continue reading
Ah Saturday…
Today has been one of those mellow days of banana pancakes for breakfast, gentle pottering in town, enjoying the sunshine, embracing the cool of our flat and taking life a bit slower than normal. I love Saturdays. Not least because … Continue reading
And now for something completely different…
Apparently it’s National Breastfeeding Week, which, as the government has scrapped any money going into this, you probably didn’t know. I’m slightly hesitant to write about breastfeeding here on the blog, it’s not really the space to get into the … Continue reading
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Some days are better than others…
It’s Friday night, the husbandface is marking, for now the boy is asleep and I feel like I should write some words on this screen before sliding into a small coma on my bed. The trouble is once again I’m … Continue reading
Dear Daddy…
This blog post is brought you to from our small squirmy son. It’s Fathers Day and he wanted to give some love to the husbandface, who, as it turns out, gets two soppy posts a year now. I can’t imagine … Continue reading