This Easter Holidays, top of my list of things to do with my boys was to introduce them to all (or at least a few) of the wonders that London has to offer. I was sixteen when I first went to London and I still remember all the excitement of that day out now. Whether it’s for a mini-break or a grand day out, London has so much to offer. Getting there Even though driving to London would take us in the region of three hours, we’re really close to the East Coast mainline and can be at Kings Cross within 90 minutes so
As my sister tucks my 10 year old into bed for the fifteenth time, he tells her ‘I like the luxury life’. Himself and my niece have been in and out of bed like yo-yos, such is the excitement of being away together! Our 12 year old, who is a prolific reader, slopes off to his (single) room to enjoy the benefits of the dimmer lamp that he’s discovered. #1 son mutters something about ‘streaks’ and makes his way up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire. I won’t spoil the surprise for any future visitors to the Farmhouse but one of the staircases is particularly quirky;
So I knew when I started planning my 40th celebrations that I wanted to go big…I mean BIG! As someone who doesn’t get out all that often, it shouldn’t be too difficult to get this taped. This meant trying to come up with something that encompassed all of my favourite things and all of my favourite people. I started trawling the internet for inspiration as some kind of house party sounded like a good idea. This meant that everybody could enjoy themselves without having the worry of having to drive home and that hopefully we could weave some more activities (and Prosecco) into the weekend.
It was 1982. Two time travellers lay in their beds, pressing the buttons on their velvet upholstered headboards, imagining that it was the year 2000 and we were flying around in our rockets. Back then I don’t think my sister and I could even begin to imagine where technology would take us. A decade on and I had my very first regular babysitting job. Every Friday and Saturday night, I would have uninterrupted access to unlimited games of Tetris on my next door neighbour’s Super Nintendo Entertainment System (or SNES as it was known). I became good at it, incredibly good at it, so good
I remember it so well. The moment that we first met. It was May 2000. I was 22. I’d just moved to a new town, to start my nurse training, and was in the process of building up a new network of friendships. The internet was becoming more and more accessible to everyone and was a great way to ‘meet’, even virtually, new people, provided you had a dial-up connection. Forget your Instagram, your MSN and Facebook; Yahoo Chat and Yahoo Messenger were our weapons of choice. You made yourself stand out with your ironic username and the colour of your font. Friendships were quickly
I love to shop. If shopping were a sport, I’d be in the category of ‘Elite Athlete’ such is my commitment to it. As a poor student, living in the wonderful city of Sheffield, I became the first known sufferer of the ailment known as ‘Shopper’s foot’ (yes – a 13-hour shopping marathon at Meadowhall will do that to a person). When my boys came along, one of the most exciting aspects of preparing for their arrival (aside from them doing the in utero conga late into the night) was the shopping. I remember being 8 months’ pregnant with #1 son and lovingly ironing every
It’s all coming back to me. The cold sweats, the catastrophising (Have I done enough? Have I done too much? Will I remember all this? What should I have for breakfast?), the blind panic and the overwhelming feeling of impending doom. Fortunately for me, I’ll be at work tomorrow but my 14 year old (aka #1 son – ranking relates solely to birth order) will be sitting an exam. He’s staying cool and has just trotted off to bed after today’s seventh bowl of cereal. He’s been revising steadily after some ‘motivational chats’ from his father and me; I’m fairly sure there’s not much else
Good Morning all. A quick introduction to begin with. My name is Lisa. I’m nearing the end of my fourth decade but not too sad about it. 2018 promises to be the year that I finally shift that baby weight (my eldest will be fifteen in July) and perhaps lay my hands on Channing Tatum’s phone number. I am mum to three astounding human beings, aged 14, 11 and 9 respectively. I am married to my long suffering partner, now husband, of nearly eighteen years (we made it legal just eight years ago…our children wore Chicken Pox for the wedding). I love to laugh, have