Tag: FridayClub
Why I live here. Right here. In this house.
Friday club question, why do you live where you live, and it’s a good one. We didn’t come here to stay. We retreated from the world, from an awful, awful year and came here to rest a while until we gathered ourselves together and could find the energy to start again. The plan was that…
Five things.
Five things that I want my children to know about me, prompted by Ella @ notesfromhome. Tough prompt. I haven’t read anyone else’s post because I don’t want to skew what I’m about to write, but I’m looking forward to going round and having a read. I bet that there are going to be some…
A cherished item?
Just one? Oh grief. I’m the original pack rat. The house is stuffed with stuff, the cupboards are past bulging, the shelves are overflowing and many of our heaps have mini heaps of their own. So you’d think that there must be many cherished items around, all with their stories to share. Not so easy.…
Not so much a parenting tip as a quandary in search of a tip.
I have a 7 year old boy. I work very hard to get him to behave in what I would refer to as a civilised manner, paying attention to ppl around him and respecting their rights to a peaceful and pleasant life. So for example, if I go to a cafe with him, I expect…
Cake, cookies, Guides and fundraising.
I confess that I wasn’t planning to join in with the Friday Club this week. I’m not much of a one for baking. I’m just not good at it. I follow instructions carefully, and at the end, get back something that looks nothing like the picture in the recipe book – it’s depressing. However, Big…
My favourite books for Friday Club
Oh come on, if you’ve read here for long, you *know* I’m going to blog when the prompt is about books. (And if you haven’t read here for long, you’d probably better take a quick peek at my 100 book challenge…). I think the idea was to blog about your favourite book, singular, but that’s…
A place for everything and everything in its place
The problem with that is we have too much everything and not enough places. And some of the places we do have don’t fit our everythings, if you see what I mean. Another anecdote I think of regularly, is the one where the guy stops for directions. The person he asks looks back at him…