Daisy Chains

Have you ever realised how therapeutic it is to make daisy chains?  It takes an inordinate amount of focus, a high level of concentration and a gentle yet masterful touch.  The stems have to be split just right, the little flowers delicately plucked and the chain assembled just so.  It’s an art in itself.  When…

Rest Day

A Rest Day is a rest day is a rest day.  Except when it isn’t.  Except when your precious, much longed for rest day turns into anything but. The very notion of a rest day should be fairly straightforward.  It should involve a day with the feet up, a good book, some nibbles and maybe…

Transferrable Skills

So I was asked recently if I had any supervisory management experience.  I laughed.  Uproariously.  In my head.  Obviously.  I’m much more professional than that.  But seriously?  I’m raising three teenagers.  I have supervisory experience coming out my ears.  Are you kidding me?  I could run peace talks in the Middle East.  I could negotiate…

Bottle Bank

Whenever we have visitors to the house there is a box in the utility room that gets put outside the back door hidden away from view.  It’s not entirely different from closing the door to the children’s play room, or study room now, to protect sensitive eyes from the chaos therein.  It gives an illusion…

A Reason to Run

In a rather unexpected rush of blood to the head during deepest darkest winter, I found myself doing something rather astonishing.  After some over-indulging throughout the festive season I decided enough was enough and I really needed to get my act together.  So, not one for doing things by halves, I signed up for the…

Hayfever Hell

Easter weekend was glorious and made us realise that Summer is nearly upon us.  The mornings are brighter, the days are longer, the rain is warmer and we are counting the days until we can put the grotty lunchboxes in the bin and bury the uniforms in the bottom of the laundry basket.  Why then…