Fruit Picking 

I have never ever been to a pick your own farm. In 33 years. Nope. Never. Until Saturday.

It’s apparently a childhood tradition in the UK to take your kids fruit picking at some point. Be it apples and pears or strawberry and blackberries. 

But I didn’t grow up in the UK and by the time I moved here, I still hadn’t been. 

I’ve always wanted to, just never gotten round to it.

This weekend we had friends come to stay. I suggested visiting a pick your own farm which was excitedly confirmed with our guests. 

So myself, one of my best friends Sian and our daughters went fruit picking. 

We steered clear of the vegetable patches. Ha. Went straight to raspberries which were delicious. Then blackcurrants, which are sour as hell. Ribena they are not! My plan for those is blackcurrant jam. And gin.

Then the best fruits ever. Strawberries and Cherries.

We ate less than we picked. Because we picked LOADS. They were deliciously sweet and sticky. 

Will I go again? Oh hell yes. 

Published

I published my first book today. After two years in the making, a book I started whilst hypomanic. I’ve actually buckled down whilst in recovery mode and completed it. Two more in the series to go. 

I’m incredibly proud of myself. 

Now the anxiety kicks in whilst I wait for people to read it and tell me what they think. 

40,000 words

I can’t believe that I’ve got as far as 40,000 words. 6 months ago I was stuck at 15,000.

I’m hoping to finish the last few chapters off this month but I’ve got a bit of writers block. Which is so frustrating. 

Clearly my muse is enjoying the good weather a little too much!

Oh Canada!

For the first time in a long time, I’m heading back to the homeland (10 years) and I’m taking Little Duck too.  She is very excited that she is going on an areoplane. Twice.

We fly out 2 days after her 5th birthday, and spend a night in Toronto. Suggestions for a few hours in T-dot please?!  So far we have “get dinner” and “use hotel pool”

Then we fly from Toronto to Cayman.  Stay there for 10 days, and then fly home on day 11, again via Toronto.

10 days of nanna and grumpy hugs, swimming, submarine rides, and holding turtles.  Catching some rays, eating some delicious island grub and missing daddy SO much.

Little Ducks first Aeroplane ride.  I am excited and nervous.

Holiday!

We are off on holiday in exactly ONE week today.

Emma is so excited. We have put together a little countdown calendar for her to tick off the days, and she gets so excited to do this every morning.

We’re hoping to visit Peppa Pig and Paultons Park, Corfe Castle and Swanage Steam Railway (we get very cheap staff travel tickets on this) as well as lots of food and fun and open air swimming.

Hopefully time to catch up on some sleep too. and rest.

Love holidays!

Thirty Thousand

I’ve hit 30,000 on my book.  This is a major achievement for me and I’m so proud of myself. Onwards to the next 20,000. And publishing.

Don’t forget you can back my kickstarter project here

In other news, my meds seem to be working great. I have however put on weight, so I need to start concentrating on losing the weight, or at least trying to manage it.

The good news is that I’m more focused and starting to feel like the old me now.  for now anyway.   stay tuned!

Knight in a paw patrol jumper

Today I had the unfortunate experience of explaining (again) why shoplifting is not ok. 

Emma in her wisdom (after being told she couldn’t have a pair of pink diamanté sunglasses) proceeded to put them in her bag when I was not looking. I caught her.

I told her off and she cried and to the rescue came a small boy about the same age. Declaring he’d save Emma because he was…. spiderman. A proper little knight in shining, well, spiderman persona.

He kept asking her if she was ok and then telling me he was spiderman. He then proceeded to lead Emma to protection. At the point Emma was confused and I was trying not to laugh and little boys mum then came over.

He then declared he was off to the lift but do be careful because it’s dangerous.

Kids eh? 

Half’n’Half

I’ve been having some eye issues lately. Nothing serious but after a few days of blurry vision in only my right eye and then it becoming blood shot…. I decided to get my eyes tested. It was long overdue (2011!) 

Turns out one of my eyes is short sighted. The other? Long sighted. 

Typical!

£124 later and I have 2 pairs of glasses (thanks specsavers) and a pair of prescription sunglasses for half price.

Just another facet to my weirdness.

16 Weeks

I read somewhere recently that it takes 16 weeks to generate a habit, which is why fad diets don’t work.

So this is my 16 weeks.  16 weeks of healthy eating and daily exercise.

If I can manage it for 16 weeks without massive slips then I think I’ll be on to a winner.

In other news, I am officially back to work on Monday. and my anxiety is in check. who knew!

Yesterday, one of my best friends got some absolutely awful news. When your best friend sounds like she needs a shoulder or two, then you get on a train and give her your shoulders.

Which is why I find myself sat on a train heading north, allowing daddy and little duck to have some bonding time. 

And of course all of the most appropriate songs start playing on my Spotify.  Proper tear jerking songs.

Goddamnit Spotify.