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Ten in Ten

October 15, 2012 By in Blogging Tags: , , , , , , , 12 Comments

I’ve been tagged by lovely Angie over at Cakes Photos Life to do the 10 in 10 meme. 

The idea is to write a list of hopes and dreams that you wish to be fulfilled within 10 years. You can make it as simple or as detailed as you like – add pictures, descriptions and how you will achieve these if you can/want.

Start with number 10 and make it the one you think is easiest to achieve, working down to the one that will take the most work, money or just plain impossible.

I found this a toughy… and if I’m honest this is a slightly edited version – some of the things that I really, really want I don’t really want to put up on the blog – I’m a bit daft and superstitious like that! But it has been a really helpful exercise in working out what my personal priorities are.

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Recurring Dreams

June 27, 2012 By in Nostalgia Tags: , , 13 Comments

Close-up of bubble

I have always been someone who dreams a lot.

The majority of those dreams are very vivid and detailed, but when I wake up all I’m left with is something vague and hard to grasp, like a colour, or a sense of happy anticipation, or a slight discomfort in my stomach.

The only way I can think of describing them is ‘bubble dreams’. Trying to remember exactly what they are about is like trying to catch a bubble – you watch it falling and you can see slightly distorted reflections that almost look like reality… but not quite.

You reach out and you can almost grasp it in your hand… but then it bursts, and it’s gone.

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Giggle Dreams

January 25, 2012 By in Family Tags: , , , , , 6 Comments

We’ve got a good little routine going in the mornings, these days. When DorkySon wakes up – usually sometime between 6.30-7am – I go through to get him out of his cot, change his nappy, and bring him through into our bed for some milk and cuddles.

One of my favourite parts of the day is the couple of minutes it takes me to do his nappy change in the near-dark. I’m always pretty bleary-eyed, but most days he’ll sing me a wee song, or tell me what he dreamed about that night, and it’s a lovely start to the day.
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