Coffee and a Visit

Hello!  How's the week treated you?  I hope you're all good, but even if you're not, let's put the world to rights. If we were were having coffee show you my favourite picture from this week. Isla decided my wheels needed redone.  I was very happy with them. Some things: If she says she's experimenting, … Continue reading Coffee and a Visit

This Is How They Get You

OK, so this actually just happened. Isla:  I love you.  And your wheelchair.  You're my wheelchair Mummy.  I don't want another Mummy.  Mummy, are you sad? Me: No. Isla:  Why you crying? Me: Because I'm happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I'm happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I love you very much. Isla: Yeah, I love … Continue reading This Is How They Get You

Christmas Coffee With The Grinch

If we were having coffee, I’d introduce you to our new as yet unnamed coffee machine. As an early Christmas present from me to us, the coffee machine Neil bought me when we first started dating has been upgraded to something from the future. Actually, I think we should call it Jetson. What sort of … Continue reading Christmas Coffee With The Grinch

Abstract Sandwiches

On Tuesday, when I picked Isla up from nursery, she hugged my lap as she sometimes does. 'I MISSED you, Mummy.' 'Really?' I asked.  She's a Daddy's girl, see.  I am obviously still questioning every bit of affection she doles out.  To me. 'Yeah,' she said 'Did someone pay you to say that?' 'Uhm.  No.' … Continue reading Abstract Sandwiches