I can’t remember the last time I wore Hawkeye in the sling. It was sometime late last autumn because he liked being taken to creche on his push-trike that he got for his birthday, and when the steering on the trike broke, we began to use the stroller because the weather was cold and although I have a…
This is from the unit of kids a bit older than Hawkeye. I don’t know the identities of any of the kids who did these, but I absolutely adore the one in the upper left hand corner. All the others are clearly following the adult lead – matchsticks for whiskers, pasta twirls for fur or…
I am a self-confessed tea snob. I would not say that I have highly refined tastes, or that I can pick out the difference between a darjeeling and an assam leaf at fifty paces. I don’t like drinking my tea out of dainty porcelain tea cups that hold about three sips of tea. And I’m…
The summer home brewing season has begun!
Things I’ve accidentally learned this morning: 1. The origin of the word “pineapple” 2. The origin of the word “ananas” 3. Why most other languages use “ananas” whereas English uses “pineapple” to describe the fruit in question 4. The probable origin of the word “banana” 5.The fact that “banana” and “ananas” sound similar is a…
Today’s top achievement was achieved before 9am even rolled around, which is quite an accomplishment for someone who is not a morning person. And the said achievement is: kicking. I don’t mean that metaphorically, as in “kicking it old school” or “kicking the habit” or “kicking to touch”. I mean it in the literal sense…
It’s hard to feel bad about anything when there’s beautiful sunshine and flowers are continuing to bloom everywhere. These giant blooms are outside of my son’s creche. Terribly sleep deprived but making progress on a big work project involving one of my favourite things ever: Excel spread sheets. The workaholic in me is rejoicing. The…
It’s been a little over a month since I fell out of a bus and seriously sprained my ankle. I have not been completely idle, but I have not been to yoga since the accident and today was the first day I went back to my yoga class to get back on the horse, so…
It is one of life’s great ironies for a dark chocolate lover that the dark Ferrero Rocher is the least nice one of the three options in their selection box. … Doesn’t mean I’m not going to eat it.
A pie massacre: it’s what happens when you suffer an epic failure trying to transfer a slice of pie from the tray to your plate. Good thing it’s still just as tasty in its mangled state because pie, even a massacred one, fixes a lot of problems. You have a problem? Have some pie. You’ll…
It’s great to be able to break stereotypes. One should do so at every opportunity. But sometimes it’s also fun to play to a stereotype for the comedy value, if you’re at home in your comfort zone and can get a good laugh out of your spouse. What does this have to do with cheese…
The Feathered Rose 