Drinking Red Wine On Vacation

'Isla, do you like America?' 'I love it.' 'Mumma used to live here.' 'Where? In the toilet?' We were in the bathroom.  Although, she can be sarcastic, too.  Not her fault. And I should say Isla and Neil were in the bathroom.  I can't even fit myself in most accessible stalls, let alone go with … Continue reading Drinking Red Wine On Vacation

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Driving Through Doors

Today’s post was going to be about my ultimate stress-busters. A numbered list with keywords and phrases like What The Hell is Hygge? or Just Find Me, Google, Damn it! A (somewhat universal, but still rather personal) list that would garner such comments as: ‘Great post!’ b. ‘Your so funny!’ iii. ‘Can I have tea … Continue reading Driving Through Doors

Overheard In My Kitchen

Isla:  Mum, you ran OVER my Bugles! (We have graduated from Mummy/Mumma to plain Mum when she's pissed at me.) Me: I'm sorry, does that really um, grind your gears? Isla:  What? Me: Never mind. Sometime later... Isla:  I'm still hungry. Me:  I'll fix you a plate.  You better eat what I give you.  (Ham, … Continue reading Overheard In My Kitchen

Coffee & 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 & 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

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

My Island Diaries: Armadale, Skye

Are We There Yet? I can't say much about my third hair and make-up trial. Because y'know, my future husband reads this blog. But I will say: Jackpot! He's a lucky man. After I slapped myself in the face with make-up remover, I let him back in the living-room. We were waiting to go to … Continue reading My Island Diaries: Armadale, Skye