Category Archives: Pog Life
the drugs had better work….
This evening I took Norman to the vet. Nothing is wrong – I was just very worried that as he cries and hyperventilates for an entire 10 minute car journey, an hour plus to the new house next week might … Continue reading
The chaos of me
I’m a creature of habit. I don’t like change one little bit. I don’t even like it when my yoga teacher suggests trying out a new place for my mat in our class. I do fit ball on a Monday, … Continue reading
Unexpected running smiles
Sometimes when I run, it’s just about distance and time and getting back to work or to get stuff done. Sometimes it turns into lots of smiles though. Like knowing I’ve rescued another local worm, or replanting a bulb that … Continue reading
People watching
I do like a spot of people watching. I like imagining the connections between groups or couples and thinking up their back stories. Last weekend I went to the local shop and had two coffees so I could spend more … Continue reading
Enter: Spider-Pog
If you read my last post, you will know that to day was the day: the day that Spider-Pog had to do her thing. And do her thing she did. But not without learning a few things in the process. … Continue reading
Are you sitting down?
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin. Earlier this week Sister 1 posted on Facebook that she had been let down by Spider-Man. He was due to make an appearance at Little Pea’s birthday party on Sunday, but she … Continue reading
My weekend: show and tell
This weekend I: learned that there might be a morning and evening tea towel, but the morning tea towel should actually be used until 6.30pm, at which point swapping to the evening tea towel is essential. There is an element … Continue reading
Four days, three beds, one birthday
Last week was a roller coaster week…..again. But it ended on a high :o) Thursday was my birthday and I was whisked away by Himself for cocktails: Birthday cake (I’d specifically requested a Marks and Spencer trifle and that was … Continue reading
Fly high
Two new angels have grown their wings in the last few weeks. I’ve tried to make sense of it, but there isn’t any sense to be found. At one memorial service today, this was read: I think the words are … Continue reading