I had a surprise email from my husband last week with a guest post on. He’d typed it and sent it to me on the train coming home from work, and it was lovely. As my laptop has travelled to France with us and as we’re enjoying some lovely family time with Scrip, I thought it was apt for this week. I hope it won’t be the last one.
Just as it is for any toddler, going to the park is a mainstay of Scrip’s day.
But when I took Scrip for her usual round on the swings last Sunday, something struck me: the almost complete Continue reading
We’re off to Ikea tomorrow (wish me luck) to get some new furniture for Scrip’s room to replace the changing table (also from Ikea – it’s served us well) that we don’t really use now Peppa Pig pants have replaced Pampers. Scrip’s room is a box room so every inch of space matters and it would be good to have a bit more storage for her toys that are slowly but surely starting to spread across every room.
Although it’s a small room, it’s been perfect for her and is fine while she’s still in a cot. We do try and keep it organised and I find myself sorting and packing away
We did something we haven’t done before last weekend – we went on a mini-break as a family. As we were warned by others who’ve trod the path before us, these aren’t like the mini-breaks of old with lazy breakfasts, sight seeing all day and a bottle of local wine each night. This was a trip punctuated by playground stops, sandcastles Continue reading
My dad, AKA Grandy, (who was undoubtedly the hit of the holiday for Scrip) wrote a few words after our recent stay in Cornwall. They made me cry (in a good way). Thank you Grandy and you are always welcome to come and see us in the Big Smoke, chickens allowing.
Just for the record now they have all gone back: IT IS ALWAYS A PLEASURE TO SEE MY FAMILY.
In the far west one gets used to isolation; that and age have combined to produce post-visit exhaustion syndrome. My mind doesn’t recognise my body’s insistence that I’m a 70 plus OAP. For that I’m glad, otherwise I would not have been catching Scrip time after time to stop her falling into the pond as she Continue reading
Although we arrived after 3pm when most of the homemade cakes were gone, leaving just crumbs and tantalising descriptions (like dark chocolate and Guinness), we still had a lovely time at Trevoole Farm at Praze-An-Beeble, just outside Camborne.
A couple of people had mentioned Trevoole to me, saying what a magical Continue reading