At points during 2016, it’s been hard to have faith. But these wise words from George, the first love of my life, might just see us through.
With Jamie and Jools having their two daughters there for the birth of the latest addition to the Oliver family, I wondered if that was acceptable. Then I wondered who was I to judge?
It’s children’s art week.
A poem about why we need to change how we look at things when we would like to see a rainbow.
A poem for 2016 that fell on deaf ears *sigh*
A poem where I wrote down everything I know about pancakes and realised that everything I know about pancakes is also everything I know about a flawed relationship. Continue reading
*Not entirely the truth.
The 7 year old was stunned. The 5 year old was visibly upset. The 4 year old burst into a rousing rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when they heard that their hero the Starman had died. Here are a few things that Bowie can teach my boys: Continue reading