DorkySon was just lying on the sofa, playing a game on the iPad, while I tidied around him.
“Mummy,” he said. “Dying doesn’t mean that you go away and never come back, does it?”
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One Week: Spring
It has been very quiet around here, with not much news to share, but I can never resist the opportunity to join in with Older Mum’s One Week project, which she runs once every season.
This week it’s time for us all to write a post reflecting on Spring.
It was a long time coming but now – in the first week of June – it finally feels like Spring is here. It’s a little blustery out, but there has been sunshine for the last four or five days, and it’s meant to carry on into the weekend which is good news because we’re going to our first barbecue of the year. I’m also sporting my first sunburn of the year. Never bloody learn… Continue reading
Live in the Now: May
The Bank Holiday weekend was a good reminder of how important sunshine is. Everything seems easier, everything can be done with a smile on your face, everything seems more possible when you open the curtains to a warm, bright day instead of a cold, grey one.
We had one of those weekends where it didn’t feel like we were doing very much, but we still seemed to pack it in. A lovely lunch and an afternoon at the park with a friend we hadn’t seen for a long time. (‘Jeez,‘ she said. ‘Is this what people do in the suburbs?‘) A drink at the pub in town with a beer garden where, to DorkySon’s delight, there was a bouncy castle set up. A little potter around the farmer’s market to pick up some local honey and strawberries. And some bread and ham. And some cheese and radishes. Oh, and some chicken, and some ribs. And some freshly ground coffee… Wasn’t it Oscar Wilde who wrote ‘I can resist anything but temptation.’
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The Gallery: Self Portrait
The theme over at The Gallery this week is self-portrait.
As soon as I saw that I knew which photo I was going to use for it. It’s not a recent one – in fact it’s almost four years old, but it remains one of the few pictures of myself that I really love.
I can’t remember exactly how old DorkySon was – just a few months I think – but I do remember that this was the first day after he was born that it was warm enough for us to spend an afternoon out in the garden.
Old friends and whisky
I learnt a new word this weekend. Diurach.
Diurach is the Gaelic name for someone from the Isle of Jura, and I was lucky enough to have three of them staying with me this weekend (although one of them – a friend who I have known for twenty-five years – is a Hearach like me. But Harris is happy to let Jura borrow her for a wee while…) Continue reading
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