I’ve not seen my Mum since Christmas. Since December the 27th to be exact. The last time we were together; we were stuffed full of turkey, wearing Santa jumpers, playing one last game of ‘Catan’. But last week, after 187 long long long days apart… we finally met up again. 🙂 And although it was … More I Saw My Mum!
I was awoken on Christmas morning by a symphony of squeals and shouts, and a herd of elephants running up and down the stairs. It was still dark outside. 🙂 Half-asleep, I stumbled down the hall to find my eldest nephew a-jumping and a-leaping, excitedly screaming “Santa has been!”. And his younger brother frantically shaking … More The First Noel
I’ve been keeping something to myself for a few months now. Something unexpected. Something nice. Something a little confusing. For three and a half months, I’ve been watching and waiting and wondering and wishing. I’ve been monitoring and second guessing and speculating and hoping. But all in my own head, alone. I’ve not dared to … More The Unexpected
Mention ‘Bradgate Park’ to anyone who has lived in Leicestershire and their face will light up. It’s my home county’s pride and joy, its crown jewel, its ‘David Attenborough’. Everyone loves it, adores it, treasures it. Everyone has memories and tales and stories to share. It is one of the shire’s high points… quite literally. … More Reaching Old John Again
A few days before our annual pilgrimage to my hubby’s homeland, Phil and I spent a fun evening planning our upcoming trip. Over homegrown barbecued vegetables and sparkly tonic, we poured over a map of the Isle of Man and got excited. We reminisced and laughed and googled and researched… and arranged the holiday ahead. … More Wiped Out By The Waves
It was the first night of our trip to Center Parcs. The rest of the Marshall clan hadn’t yet arrived, so my little family of three were exploring. Whilst Phil was talking to reception, Lottie the dog and myself sat outside watching the world go by. And that world was full of children… and sport… … More The Other Path
The last time I went on holiday with my Doodi, ‘Mmmbop’ was number one in the charts. Every car journey on that trip was accompanied by my siblings and I singing along loudly to the childish voices of ‘Hansom’ whilst it played on a continuous loop! My poor Dad sat grumbling in the driver’s seat, … More Twenty Two Years Later
Throughout December, I always skip track number 6 on my Xmas CD. It’s special. Reserved for that magical moment when art becomes reality, and we are indeed “Driving home for Christmas”. We sing-along as we navigate the M40: it signals the start of our celebrations. But this year I forgot my CD. We’d packed halfheartedly, … More Christmas cake, Stockings and the Flu!
It was one of those precious times where the whole world is rosy and the face can’t stop grinning. One of those rare occasions where the specialness of a moment is realised at the very time it is occurring. I was bobbing at sea, aboard an inflatable dingy, laughing as Phil attempted to row us … More My Best PH Holiday
I watched the Royal wedding from a ferry on the high seas. Excited and engrossed in the TV commentary, I thought little of where I was. However as the happy couple were eventually pronounced man and wife (incidentally in the exact same spot in Windsor, that Phil proposed to me, many moons ago), I suddenly … More Crossing The Sea