i came home today to be greeted by this wonderful assortment of loveliness. thank you ronnie and mr HPMcQ x
pink roses and lilies
a card made of stickers
extra strong and (old) marmite oooo hello
roast lamb sunday lunch yum
tinkerbell
who made me the way i am
this subject seems to keeping popping its little head up a lot recently with friends, family and workies. today a very old (not old in age, but time) friend of mine, one from primary school, emailed me to ask if i remembered mrs lang one of our primary school teachers. of course i do she was probably one of the first people in my life outside of family to make such a huge impact in the way i was going to grow up and be. so i thought i would take some time to reflect on who in my life has made me the way i am, just so you know.
above average?
so last week i delved into my coat pocket to be starkly reminded of what our child care costs amount to each month. OUCH. i spoke on the radio about it and the lovely people at LBC fell over in shock. it is indeed more than our mortgage.
today in the press and on the news there were numerous articles/reports on how nursery costs are rising by nearly 6%, and that fewer families are now getting any help at all with these, following the childcare tax credit cuts back in april.
a tale of two sisters
it’s a glorious sunday. we have all had a lazy morning, nice long sleeps, lolloping around in jim jams drinking tea and then a spectacular fry up to ease the grown ups slightly banging heads.
the smalls grab their coats and shuffle on their wellies over their jammas and dash out into the garden with cracker the lemon beagle pup. they bound around with complete giddiness. they settle on the decking, sitting along the front swinging their little legs. the still sun light hangs in the air as their giggles fade away.