Graham and I last went away as a couple in late November 2014. We went to the Raby Hunt restaurant and stayed over in one of the two rooms. It was my surprise present to Graham for his 30th birthday. The tasting menu and drinks were mouthwateringly good. Last year, we hoped to break our two-year duck Continue reading “Pushing Boundaries”
I know you all, or at least some of you, like to be updated on the state of my hair. What a state it’s been in (or not been in) for most of 2017 having begun the year losing vast amounts of hair (just after I started radiotherapy). Having lost most of my hair, it had grown back sufficiently (and curly!) for me to seek help as how best to cover my scar and remaining bald patches. Therefore, yesterday I went to the hairdressers for the first time since July/August last year. Continue reading “The Mane* [Wo]Man”
Part One – Dark Clouds with a Silver Lining
A couple of weeks ago, I was frustrated at angry at myself as I didn’t feel like I’d made the most of things with the kids having spent almost all of the afternoon and evening asleep. I often feel like that when fatigue overtakes me (as it frequently does) but on this occasion it made me a bit downhearted. I told Graham that I worry that I’m not doing more with the kids and I’m afraid that their earliest memories will be scarred with illness and grief. Graham reassured me that every moment I spend with them is precious, I’m still a big part of their lives and they love and enjoy spending time with me. Continue reading “[Non]Sense and Sensitivities”
No, I’m not posting about either that “C” word or even the Big “C” word. Instead, “C” is for…
Our kids both sleep well. They usually don’t require anything more than a couple of books, a couple of songs and, in Jennifer’s case, a review of our respective days by telling each other what made us happy, sad, annoyed and laugh. They then go to sleep after we’ve left the room. I’m not saying this to brag but to explain why I felt like a proper Mam last week for the first time in over a year. Continue reading “Al[most] The Real Thing”
The downside of WordPress auto-posting to Facebook (when it doesn’t go awry) is that Facebook now gives me “on this day” commentary of my blog posts since Squattergate began. I didn’t need reminding that yesterday was a year since I got the first hole in my head during my biopsy. It did make me laugh today, though, that I changed my profile photo to this the day after that op:
My head has since become a bona fide metaphorical bowling ball with a further hole in my skull and one in my brain! One ticked off the imaginary bucket list.
There have recently been and imminently will be a number of sad anniversaries within our family. I won’t regurgitate each and every one as I think I included them in my blog last year. Suffice to say that it’s a sad time of year for our family between the end of July and the start of November.
This week has mostly been about recovering from a tiring but exhilarating few days supporting and surprising Emily during the last few days of her stupendous skip across the country. Yesterday was the first day that I’ve had anywhere near as much energy Continue reading “How am I in Awe of Her? Let Me Recount the Ways”
[I intended to finish this post in time to publish it on our wedding anniversary on Saturday but tracking Emily Parsons’ exploits (have I mentioned her on this blog, I forget…) has occupied me for the last week.]
Forgive the indulgence of a delayed but heart-felt anniversary blog. Graham often says that he worries when I say a lot of positive things about him rather than point out (constructively) the errors of his ways. I therefore don’t know what he will make of this post. He might suggest that there’s something wrong with my head. Nevertheless, here goes.
When I called my long-suffering hubby a Silver Owl a couple of months ago, our friend (the Divine Miss M) said of him: “he had the wit to woo you”*.
He did indeed have the wit as well as an abundance of kindness, thoughtfulness, love of West Wing, culinary skills, secretarial skills (!) and interest in the 2008 Presidential election (to name but a few) to woo me. Continue reading “The Silver Owl”