Category Archives: Realtionships
Best. Day. Ever.
It’s been a while. Three months exactly, apparently! And now I’m writing this as a married lady – in theory that Bridget Jones persona became a thing of the past almost three weeks ago. On the 24th June I married … Continue reading
#stepmumwins
I’ve done some scary things in my time. My volunteer work in the Philippines was pretty scary. Learning to scuba dive (and throw up underwater as a result of the panic attacks it induced) was rather hairy and almost every … Continue reading
Cornwall with the new family (not replacing the old family, more of an additional side. These brackets are for the benefit of Sister 2 who thought I might no longer need my blood family. Hopefully this covers it…)
I went to Cornwall over Easter. I didn’t even mention it, did I? It was my first extended time with the boys of Himself as a step mum (or whatever we call people who aren’t actually step parents but are … Continue reading
Christmas excitement
In a complete departure from every run up to Christmas I’ve had in a long time, this one has been about alot of snowmen and snow ladies: A rather young looking Father Christmas: The making of a hat for Barnaby … Continue reading
Another parcel and more smiles
I think I may have been born at the wrong time. Social media is all very well and good, but the only thing better than sending a parcel is receiving one (I know it’s supposed to be the other way … Continue reading
Christmas and coldness and frost bites
I have snow (on the blog. Not in Beachville. And actually, the snow is only on some formats – possibly just desktops, but you know. Snow is snow, and I kind of have some, somewhere). And that must mean it’s … Continue reading
ooh la la-ness in ooh la la land
When you go to Paris for a long weekend to meet the family of Himself (all there for a birthday) and take a walk down the Seine, just the two of you, it’s best not to meet the family for … Continue reading
Popping my football cherry
What’s a really good way to spend a Sunday afternoon when your girlfriend is not terribly keen on crowds and doesn’t do football? Go to a football match together, of course. The sort with a record number of well over … Continue reading
the pog blog 