I’ve realised I’m letting myself down. If I don’t pick up a book for university, the only books I pick up in a week are those I read with my children. And to be honest, I’ve fallen so far out of love with Biff and Chip, it’s almost the polar opposite.
I need to start turning pages again. Although two imposing deadlines may put temporary heed to my plans.
I still haven’t quite recovered from seeing Killology earlier this week.
I think theatre is at it’s best when you can’t get it out of your head.And there was so much to take away. For me, it’s just those things we can do to make people’s lives better. Going with gut instinct, forgetting your bad mood, choosing to smile. I don’t think it was what the play was meant to be about- but so many people have ‘taken a punt’ on me, and it just reminded me of how much it can make a difference.
Ok, I am so ten years ago, but thanks to joining in with #LittleLoves I’ve discovered Spotify. It’s not quite doing what I hoped. I wanted to discover new music. But I’ve been so happy going down memory lane with indie, rock and Welsh choices. And it’s been making me so happy. I haven’t sung aloud on the train yet, but I’ve been close.
The last few weeks have been filled to the brim of making things, whether that be crafts with the children (we have so many school ‘making’ projects in progress) or making home improvements.
My favourite makeover project at the moment is my office, which I started writing about this week. I am absolutely loving adding detail, and am loving working in it.
I know, Spring has arrived. Although it seems to be momentary glimpses. The weekend was glorious, we spent Mother’s Day at Barry Island and the Knap.
On Tuesday I was glad I put my winter coat on for work. So in a fit of rebellion I bought three bargain jumpers from the H&M sale and am now living in them when I work from home. I feel like I’m taking work more seriously as I’ve left my fleeces and hoodies for family time.And lastly,
With a sense of achievement, my daughter went to bed with six plaits in her last night. My daughter has never been great about having her hair brushed, it’s the reason why she now has it cut in a bob. But small steps, she went to bed loving her hair. Maybe, just maybe, this is the start of me being able to create ridiculously elaborate designs in her hair. But I will settle for a french braid.