Today I’m guest posting over at Very Bored in Catalunya while she is home in Nottingham. Pop over there to read a very romantic story. I’d love to hear what you think.
Mum’s Gone to The Races
I’ve always enjoyed a day at the races ever since I was a little girl going to Redcar on the North East coast. My family would join lots of others on a coach which picked us
We are family…
I blame my mother. Well we all do. Mothers are always reminding you of long-lost relatives you’ve never heard of. The conversation usually goes like this: “You remember Auntie So and So, the one with
The Gallery – Portrait – My Boy.
This is my lovely boy. I adore this photo because he looks so happy, cuddled up in a big fluffy towel after his bath, showing his tiddly teeth. I love to see his dad’s hands either
Mum’s Gone to…God Knows Where
I had just got out of the shower. Wrapped in a towel I walked to the bedroom window and looked out over the fields at the back of the house. Suddenly I heard a voice: “TURN
Mum’s Going to Eurocamp
This blog of mine began as a place to record all our family holidays. I enjoyed scribbling in notebooks while we were away but typing them up and then committing them to the internet was
The Gallery – Sloth – The Playboy Mansion
Look at these two – Hugh Heffner and Junior relaxing by the pool. I snapped this photo a couple of years ago in Cyprus. The boys were completely unaware that they had mirrored each other’s
Mum’s Gone to visit Liz Hurley
Once we knew our son Rory was going skiing with the school this week Dougie and I decided this was our chance to have a romantic few days away. We’ve never been away more than