Darling Sophie I can’t quite believe that you are eight years old already; that it can possibly have been that long since ‘baby Sofa’ as your sister called you, made her entrance into the world. That the baby in those earliest entries on this blog is now a confident, talented, loving girl who likes to… Read More
Darling Sophie, Today is your first day at junior school. A new school, a new adventure starts today. You were excited to go off to your new school this morning; full of smiles as you saw all your friends at the gate. Waving me off as you walked in, hand-in-hand with two of your friends.… Read More
Darling Thomas, Today is your third birthday. I can’t quite believe that it’s three years since you made your somewhat unusual entrance into this world. Three years of loving you, my funny, cheeky, mischievous little boy. You are an affectionate little bundle of energy with an infectious giggle and you bring me so much joy… Read More
Sophie’s time at infant school has now come to a close. She’s said goodbye to the school she knew for the last three years and will be starting at a new school in September. It’s been a very different three years to what we anticipated but they’ve been three mostly happy ones in spite of… Read More
It’s twenty years today since I headed out of my student house to go to karaoke night in the union bar, turning around to my housemate as I left with the words “It’s great being single. I’m going to stay single for a long time!” Famous last words. Five hours later, I returned with a… Read More
After more than five months of having Sophie at home, going back to school has been a bit of a shock to the system. It feels very quiet in the house without Sophie home during the day. Thomas is missing having his big sister around to play with him. The night before school… Read More
The evenings are drawing in and summer is drawing to a close. As the days get shorter, the end-of-summer sadness descends. Autumn is nearly upon us. I know a lot of people love autumn. For me though, autumn is never welcomed. Autumn is thrust upon me no matter how much I’d love to hold it… Read More