It’s time for me to construct the family weekly meal plan and as social media would lead me to believe, today is blue Monday.
First thing this morning the boiler was as dead as a dodo. PANIC. After a few minutes of both Mr Vista and I standing there, pressing buttons and scratching our heads we realised something vital… the washing powder box had the pressed the boiler switch on the wall to off.
We may be dummies but the point that I’m making is this: things aren’t always as bad as they first seem. When faced with certain peril, stop. Take a deep breath and like the kids of ‘Bear Hunt’ figure out a way to go through it. There is always a way – sometime it is as simple as turning the switch to on.
It’s blue Monday. It’s wet. The toddler has a snotty nose and we’re skint. But I will SMILE. We have a lot to be grateful for. Read more
Many moons ago I used to work in travel. I spent five and a half years selling holidays to the general public and dreaming about the trips I wanted to take. Things like this Secret Treasures of the Caribbean trip with Inntravel.
In a nut shell it’s 10 days of walking sections of the Caribbean’s long-distance walking trail, hiking, snorkelling and sampling indigenous Kalinago culture. Read more
Because, my love, sometimes it isn’t about
How fast or tall
How loud or sweet the shout
Happy moments can too be made of bare faces
And no spare spaces
A messy draining board, as full as my heart
A crooked photo
Just ordinary us
Faced with life without you? I’m not sure where I’d start
Words, when stringed together don’t always make sense. But when I look at this photo that my husband took of me and our daughter when we were just having an ordinary afternoon of baking (or ‘making’ as she calls it) the words above make perfect sense. We didn’t know the button was being pressed or that the moment was being captured.
We were being us. As we are. Happy and together.
As a guilt ridden working mum, I spend way too much money compensating for the time I missed with magazines and babychinos.
I need to remember that it doesn’t cost anything for me to show my Little Miss how much love I have for her in my heart. A few handfuls of flour and teaching her how to cut shapes out of simple dough is all it took. We kept cutting and cutting until the table was full of biscuits ready to be baked.
“Are they cooked now Mama?”
She doesn’t care that I have a bare face. I don’t care that everything she says is at ten decibels. It isn’t until it is time to go back to work that I realise how much I appreciate these ordinary moments. How much I appreciate the miracle that is my child, and how much I appreciate the man behind the camera capturing the moment.
BB Bakery is a traditional French Salon de Thé (that’s cafe to us Brits) bringing the authentic taste of real French baking to London. Whether you want to meet friends for a coffee and a pastry, relax in comfy chairs over a spot of lunch at their bakery or… for something a little different you could enjoy a unique BB Afternoon Tea Tour on a Routemaster Bus…