I’ve spent much of this week trying to keep kids off screens despite the rain/without spending a small fortune doing so.
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The kids don’t break up until later but we’ve already broken out the Mini Eggs in this house. I bought them to put on top of my sister’s birthday cake (it’s tomorrow.
Spring is officially here. Not that you’d know it: I spent the day wearing two jumpers and a cardigan. But today the sky was blue and the chill in the air not quite as beastly as before.
Last week, one lovely reader asked about gin. She’d walked into a bar, ordered a gin & tonic, was asked which gin and panicked.
When it comes to Mother’s Day, I don’t ask for much. Which is just as well because the Husband would pass out if he knew how much my favourite bubble bath cost (Elemis Muscle Soak, as it happens).
So, as I write this, everywhere is blanketed in the white stuff. But like a foot sticking out from the edge of the duvet, where we live (in the New Forest) is cold but uncovered.
Honestly, I never used to get the whole self-care thing. In my twenties, I was too busy. In my thirties, too tired.
So, I went to a Burns Night supper on Thursday night and left thinking I really must drink more whisky. Not that night (I’d already had a couple of drams).
