Can I just say how much I am looking forward to the end of term? We’ve hit that ready-to-stop state. I’m yearning to dance to the beat of my own drum.
I want to come down in the morning in pyjamas and stoke the fire. Turn on the Christmas lights. Drink my morning coffee in one uninterrupted sitting. Slowly. Throw a coat over my pjs, pull on wellies and head outside to let the hens out, then scurry back for a bowl of porridge with the rest of the family. Drawing intricate patterns on the top of it with golden syrup. All this, without looking at a clock once. Not once.
It would be bliss. Continue reading
My week has been consumed by lists. There have been the usual lists for shopping, places to be and to-do lists. The usual, run-of-the-mill sort of lists needed to make sure the week runs fairly smoothly for a family of five. I guess you could call these ones my lists.
There have been the getting ready for Christmas lists. Some are mine. Some are from others. Children shouting down from their rooms how to spell certain words, only to refuse to tell you why they need to know. Continue reading
The perfect autumn evening, for me, is to be curled up in a chair with either a clutch of fabric, an armful of yarn or a good book. The fire is roaring. The hens are tucked away for the night and at least some of the children are in bed. Bellies full. Homework finished and all is quiet.
I don’t think I’ve changed Continue reading