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 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

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

A Certain Rite of Passage

Yesterday marked 6 months until the wedding.  Sarge and I celebrated by opening some sparkly from the engagement party and watching a double-bill of The Usual Suspects and Mixed Nuts.  Guess which one was my choice. And. We were also toasting the the fact that I quit my job on Friday.  Although I prefer the … Continue reading A Certain Rite of Passage