On the Road

Well, that’s it. We are in transit. There’s been tears, tantrums and uncontrollable sobbing… but I’m sure Husband will calm down eventually! Nah. In all seriousness, this is our sixth house move in almost eight years of marriage; and it has, so far, been the easiest (practically) to date. This is largely down to: The…

Temporary Perks

As a disclaimer: this post will be pure, graphic, toilet humour. If you don’t like that- or are one of those people who purport that girls only poo rose petals and kitten fur; I suggest you stop reading now.

The Bare Liminal

A few weeks ago, I wrote a Guest Blog for my friend Alice at Me Set Free. It’s a bit of an historical one, but it really explains quite a lot; both about this old clay jar business, and about how I’m feeling right now.

Redeemed

So, the run-up to Easter has been somewhat… Messy.  Last term was hectic, to say the least; with deadlines, disappointments, events and plans; so when the end of term was finally here, we were more than ready to have the holidays at hand. Just enough time to work slowly, but unwind; though I have to say unraveling wasn’t…

Ballet Music

For Tinker’s last birthday, we bought her a new movie; The Princess and the Frog. She’d never seen it before, and so was excited when we settled down to watch it together. As the credits rolled, she asked me if I had never seen it either? I thought for a moment, and then remembered that…

Living the Dream

In March 2012, in the midst of dark, dreary hard work and apparent infertility, I drew a picture. In this picture, Husband and I walked along the river bank of the city in which we now live; pushing a pram and chatting to my parents, who are local to it. Above the picture, I wrote…

One Christmas

I remember my first ever Christmas away from the family home. I was 18 years old and my new, would-be-forever friend and I were on our northern, shoe string version of a gap-yah in the Far East; excited but devastated to be doing something so grown-up as spending Christmas on our own. Naturally, we had…

A Thrill of Hope

“What am I going to do?! We are heading out to Curacy… to “do church” for a living… and I just don’t think I’m actually a Christian!”

Curacy Bites

“I can’t believe we’re going to meet our new churches today. It’s weird isn’t it? Like I’m nervous, but it’s already sorted, so… I dunno…” “Yeah. Is this lipstick too much?” “No, it’s hot. It’s just that first impressions make me nervous you know?” “Hot? Like too hot for a Vicar’s wife?” “I thought you…

Wee Wins

Warning: this post contains scenes of extreme defecation.¬† In my previous post I mentioned a serious bout of Cabin Fever, brought on by a poorly baby and an unavoidable month indoors. What I didn’t add was that, out of some bizarre stroke of madness, I decided to stick a week of intensive potty training on…

Retreat

I’ve not had much luck with retreats recently. In January, Husband booked me a spa day for Christmas with a set date and time. (Admittedly, this was not a time I would have chosen, as Tiny was still very Tiny; meaning that I actually spent a quarter of the day in a used hotel room,…