I don’t do resolutions as a general rule because, well, no big surprise, but I rarely manage to stick to one long enough for any changes to register. That said I have decided that this year (2018), I am going to try and find one positive thing to record for each day of the year to try and make sure that I can hold onto my ‘glass half full’ outlook, even if in the company of ‘glass half empty’ individuals whose negativity has, I have found, often influenced my own outlook, no matter how hard I try not to let it. Continue reading
It’s hard to believe that another year has passed by in what seems like a mere blink of an eye. In just a matter of days we will be welcoming in another year and with it comes the promise of new adventures, opportunities and more chances to realises long held dreams, or brand new goals. As the years march on by, Mud and I watch our three beautiful girls grow both in stature (although I feel Little Mudlet will always be a mere slip of a thing), confidence and character. Continue reading
It’s safe to say that I really don’t like shopping and doing the usual big shop is my idea of hell on earth but I do it because it has to be done. My preferred way to shop is to leave Mud at home with the Mudlets and to set off on my own with my very detailed list safely tucked away in my purse. This way I can concentrate on finding the best deals without feeling the pressure of a stressed husband and bored children, who are all desperately wanting to flee the scene for the relative peace of Mudville. Continue reading
For several years we had bought our Christmas tree from a small, family run garden centre, usually for less and for a healthier looking tree, than could be found at the much larger local chain garden centre. Unfortunately, a couple of Christmases ago, we discovered that the owners of the small garden centre had retired and the facility was now closed and so we bought the next two trees from the larger garden centre. Continue reading
As a gardener, I have a great deal of admiration, respect and gratitude for the plethora of wild visitors who work tirelessly to pollinate my plants and keep them free from the army of pests whose sole mission in life is to inflict as much damage as possible. Continue reading
All the hard work put in by the Mudlets to produce pinecones and salt dough ornaments paid off this afternoon, when they had an extremely successful stall at the village Christmas market. Paper chains were added to the mix, with the last few of my knitted toys, as well as the last few glittery cones from last year which I found, carefully packed away in a shoe box, hidden amongst the tinsel and streamers in our Christmas decorations boxes. Continue reading
The Mudlets love to do crafting, whether it be making and painting Warhammer miniatures or Airfix models with Mud, learning to knit (Little Mudlet is doing a pretty good job making a blanket for her teddy), or drawing. They particularly enjoy crafting associated with Christmas and this year is no different. Middle Mudlet has collected around 80 pinecones which she will be painting and glittering and both girls have a pack of paper chain links bought in the January sales and a couple of packs of sparkly cards with envelopes, in red and green, which they intend to make into Christmas cards. Continue reading
December is approaching at break neck speed and the annual Victorian Market will be upon us in a matter of weeks, so this morning I popped down to the greenhouse to retrieve the pinecones Middle Mudlet had collected a few weeks ago, in order that I could start preparing them ready for her to paint. Continue reading
It has been over two years since Eldest Mudlet made the heart-breaking decision to sell her beloved mare, Gypsy, the reasons for which are covered in ‘Princes for my Princess’, as is the arrival in to Mudlets’ life of Prince. Since then things haven’t been exactly plain sailing for my daughter, as she has battled continuing health issues and endured two surgeries but in all this she has found solace in her horse and what a horse he has turned out to be.
More and more these days it seems to me that good Customer Service has become a thing of the past, consigned to the realms of myths and legend, a nostalgic memory for those of us who remember when high streets were buzzing with small family run, old world shops, the terms ‘supermarket’ and ‘call centre’ hadn’t been invented yet and people actually spoke to each other, wrote letters by hand and were more likely to pop to the shops on a push bike than in a car.