For the second weekend in a row we spent Sunday afternoon on the beach. What a fantastic feeling. This weekend we went to Southerndown. I don’t think there’s any better place to spent family time than on a beach.
I bit the bullet after last week’s moan. I chased an online order which was meant to arrived in November… yep, I know.
I’ve been reading Alan Cumming’s “Not My Father’s Son”. And I am really enjoying the read.
I’ve persuaded myself I don’t need to skip ahead to the final chapter, especially as each chapter flips between past and present. It’s so well written, and such a good insight into the man.
It was B’s class assembly. I do love this element of primary school. The assembly was about fairy-tales, and B took on the role of Elvis. Need I say more?
I’ve still been loving Spotify (thank you so much for the radio tip Morgana- I had no clue). This week I’ve looked getting back in touch with The Fratellis and The Kooks… still need to be brave and seek out new music.
The boys’ school projects were due in on Monday so there were lots of last-minute touches to their fairy-tale themed crafts. And as soon as breath was taken, we were onto the Easter Bonnet parade.
I may have left the boys with my Easter craft box whilst I worked. Which ended with me trying to make permanent their Easter visions. Where was Sleeping Beauty and the ban on needles when I needed her?
To breathe the spring air. I have resigned my duffle coat to the back of the cupboard and dug out my Seasalt Seafolly jacket. Oh, to walk around London in a yellow coat, oh yes, the breath of colour.
I’m on countdown. Ridiculously excited. Next Saturday one of my best friends’ gets married. Oh my! I do love the excitement of a wedding. And I can’t cope, we have a night in a hotel. I’ve been gearing the children up for two nights’ at my parents for so long. This time next week can’t come soon enough… especially as I’ve a deadline for a university assignment on Thursday.