Ode to Someone Special

Just because I wasn't there,
It doesn't mean I didn't care.
In thought, in memory, every day,
As if you never went away.

I may have seemed distracted some,
A worker, friend, a person, mum,
With lots to do, deadlines meeting,
 Our precious moments, all so fleeting.

The Versatile Blogger Award

Welcome to The Versatile Blogger Award! A lovely way to introduce new bloggers and celebrate established ones! (I nearly said 'old ones', but thought best not risk it!) I've got a bit obsessed with blogging since I had to leave my job. I really liked my job, but it just wasn't practical to spend more in busfares than I earned for working there! so it had to go. It's only been a week and I can feel myself going quietly loopy. So, as well as job applications, the blog is giving me some much needed sanity and routine! I've been really lucky, though, because I have met some lovely people who have been so supportive and patient while I work it all out. So, this is my chance to give a little wave to some great blogs that deserve a bit of recognition. But, first of all, the rules...

Sunday Photo; Big Cousin Meets Baby Cousin

What it is to Fail

I started writing this during the summer holidays, but it took a long time to get it right, as I couldn't seem to put into words what I was trying to say. It's a little out of date now, but I thought I'd publish it as it's written, I hope it makes sense! I can't be the only one who looks forward to the summer holidays surely? I know most of us suffer from over exposure to our kids at some stage or another, but I have to say I love having them home. I love the relaxed atmosphere, doing things at our own speed and having time to actually enjoy each others company. Today I spent an hour lying on my back in a tent in the garden, playing 'I spy' with a seven year old. 

Saturday is Caption Day!

Fixing Fifi. A Pelham Tale.

Memories are funny things. My husband gets very frustrated when I can belt out all the words to I Am The One And Only, by Chesney Hawkes, but have forgotten to buy orange juice for the third time this week. What?! You don't find old Chesney Hawkes songs strangely uplifting?! Is that just me??!! Oh. Ok then. Anyway, I've found many times over the years, that the senses play their part in evoking different memories. Like, the smell of fresh tarmac always makes me think of hot summer days playing out in the street as a little girl, the smell of hairspray always reminds me of my mother, getting ready for a night out, because people seemed to wear a whole lotta hairspray when I was small!

Blog Your Heart Out Award

I received a lovely comment on my blog today from Jade at Jade's Journey nominating me for a Blog Your Heart Out Award! I thought this was a lovely way to show your appreciation for fellow bloggers and I am very grateful to Jade for thinking of me and making me smile! The rules are to answer five questions, then nominate your favourite five bloggers. So, here are my answers...