For my babies, a letter…
To my children. I may get uptight, I may seem sharp. I sometimes get cross. I often mutter “forfucksake” a lot under my breath. I get annoyed when you shout me at 3am because you need a wee and want…
Hi 1993? It’s me, you!
A friend posted this on my Facebook timeline…. “.on reflection…having lived a fun and interesting ‘couple of years’* since your teens, what 10 things would you tell/teach your 15 year old self if you could?
“Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures”
We’re two days into the school holidays and I’m actually quite looking forward to climbing that mountain at the weekend just for a bit of bloody peace!
A not so serious blog about family, life & wine.
