Tuesday, 30 August 2011
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Thursday, 25 August 2011
Thursday, 18 August 2011
I am very grateful for blogs today: reasons not to feel disappointed that I forgot to watch The Great British Bake-Off this week, and reasons to believe that boys will be boys!
Never mind, there is now only one sleep until Glastobirthday and I really must find out how to get photos back on here because we are all very excited!
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Oh well! There'll have to be a little anniversary giveaway, obviously, though I haven't given that any thought at all- if you'd like a little random fraise feast do leave the customary comment below!
Much has changed since that evening on the stool: Jo is six and no longer four. The suns are now old enough to say wedding, instead of happily ever after day, although I ruefully miss that! Not only was that dishwasher replaced, but its replacement also went the way of most technology in this house, and so with our environmental hats on we just fervently wash the dishes now! Well, I just fervently wash the dishes now, with sunny drying assistance! It's all still worth every minute on the corner stool, and possibly more so.
The biggest number of comments came in response to Cooking Catherine's guest post on picnics in the Wind in the Willows week that we all did! And indeed the next biggest came after the invitation to that same week- that was way back in January when we were all mostly snuggling down into mole holes; maybe we should do an Autumn one? And indeed the wet weather here today starts to usher in the cool undertones of crisp leaves and comforting scarves!
Any old how- Happy Second Birthday, Fraise, and thanks to those of you who call in to see us in our sometimes tearful patch!
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Well, when I got in there from my SECOND night out without any strawberries this week, I read down through the list of latest posts:
Camping is = Crabapple jelly, sorting sheep, and the perfect summer's day.
Now I can honestly say that none of these things would appear in my definition of camping. Which is relevant here tonight because as I got in from my SECOND night out without any strawberries this week PC was googling away on the search for some suitable accomodation for the week he is taking off soon, and unimpressed by results he said, "We could just go camping?"
This is fine. I love camping. We did say that we were taking a little break this summer. But camping is fine. There's just never an absolute guarantee that in the frozen North there will be crabapple jelly, sorting sheep or even the perfect summer's day....
(Still no pictures here in Strawberry Land, so no shots of glamping or even google snatches of The Guard- both of which I would most highly recommend!)
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
And the main reason why I can be blogging instead of cleaning the house this week is that, apart from available technology, suns are shining away at tennis camp every morning this week. Oh the sheer relief and bliss of a respite oasis in the middle of the dry and parched land- which it isn't, by the way, because normal summer weather has returned to the frozen North!!
We are (PC is) slowly reconnecting bits and retrieving what we (he) can from the machine wreck, so no photographs yet, but we are all very grateful for a most exciting weekend of glamping! Cooking Catherine informed me that this was in fact what we had just spent two night doing when we arrived at the latest fabulous Cooking family birthday party at the Giant's Causeway on Sunday afternoon.
We thought we had slept in a glorified garden shed, spent days on the beach with bodyboards, a surfboard, and buckets in which to catch crabs and minnows, and had breakfast on the last day in a nice hotel simply because of the amazing offer they were running- but no, it seems we have joined the Cath Kidston generation at last! (There will be more to come on Cath Kidston, when I can psyche myself up enough to reveal what I actually, really, unfortunately think...) Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to prove our foray into contemporary culture!
I am extremely grateful for blogs and more importantly bloggistes. Fraise is nearly two years old and I feel a time of evaluation settling upon me. What I do know with great certainty is that reading the thoughts and journeys of women across the planet has been a great revelation, encouragement, stimulation and privilege. And when you discover that you do actually know someone you would never ever have met, to whom you now email and with whom you now share and for whom you now care deeply, well, that it is a use of the Internet that is wholly holy.