Dearest Readers As you may (or may not) have noticed, I've been neglecting this blog recently and mostly writing posts from my other blog desk over at blogs.denmark.dk/diane I normally remember to post them here too but have got somewhat behind... Apologies! But, in true Flylady spirit, I'm jumping in where I am, and getting back… Continue reading Back to (Blog) Basics!
DD turned 10 today. And, yes, yes, the old 'where does the time go?' cliché popped into my head. But it also hit me that - jings crivens - her very early years are just a blur in my memory! Wow, how on earth did that happen? Everything seemed so chaotic back then. Perhaps because, when she came… Continue reading Ten today
Okay, I have to share! I discovered this photo when I was decluttering. It's me - early 80s - complete with a red walkman and dyed red hair to match... Eek! And where am I? Teenage kicks... I'm somewhere in the North Sea, climbing the 'rigging' of...a sludge boat. A boat that takes unmentionable gunk out… Continue reading Gardy loo!
I wrote a post called "Happiness is..." just over a month ago and posted this picture. My friend and I had just had our daily skinny dip in the Danish sea. And there we sat, in the warm September sunshine at 8.30 am, drinking a cup of tea - with bare arms and legs, toes still full… Continue reading Happiness is…more hot tea
"I'd never be seen dead walking around town in a pair of wellies." But today I was forced to eat my words (whilst drying my shoes, which got soaked on the schoolrun this morning...the 'turn-them-upside-down-and-water-runs-out' kind of soaked) and cave in to Danish peer pressure and buy a pair of 'high top' wellington boots. You see,… Continue reading Don’t quote me on that… (wellies)
The kids had their last day of school today and that means one thing - the summer holidays are finally here! Thanks to Flylady routines, this year I made it through to the end unscathed... And without leaving a trail of destruction (and dirty washing) behind me! ;D It also means that, along with my 44th… Continue reading Not farewell…au revoir!
I love being 40 plus. With age comes maturity. And self-acceptance. And it also gives you the chance to get away with doing things which - in your teens, twenties or thirties - would be considered weird, ill-advised or just downright embarassing! Would you like an example? On Wednesday my sweetie Danish friend V and I were down at… Continue reading Taking the plunge!
One of the great things about being an adult is getting to decide things. Like buying a tent. Not because you're actually planning to go camping. [Perish the thought - said the Champagne Socialist who just loves a swanky hotel.] But because you remember the joys of sleeping in your backgarden as a kid. And… Continue reading Happy Campers!
DH is out tonight and DD9 is at a sleepover. Which means that DS11 and I have the house to ourselves. And what does that mean? Sushi for dinner! (We're the only two in the family that like it, so it's a very rare treat.)I'd planned to post a photo of our delicious takeaway but - alas… Continue reading Just the two of us
Occasionally I get an a-ha moment and realise that I'm all grown up. Like when the doorbell rings (for the second time this month) and one of DS11's schoolmates or a friend's daughter is standing there, asking to borrow baking powder. And I have it. In fact, I have three pots of it! (Hoarder, much?) Or arriving at a party on time… Continue reading I’m all grown up
A long, long time ago on the Fly Show (The Flylady's weekly internet radio show), there was a story about 'a Mum who ate burnt toast'. I was puzzled at first. But it was basically another example of why Mums should remember to look after themselves. When you have kids, you always put the kids first. Their needs are… Continue reading Pass the burnt toast!
Do you turn on the oven without thinking? I mean, would you heat up your oven to cook a single dish? I admit that I do sometimes. Eek! Let's not dwell too much on the energy we're wasting and, more importantly, what it's costing... ;D One of the best memories from my childhood was baking… Continue reading Fill ‘er up!
Do you know the expression, "Call a spade a spade"? Tell it like it is. Don't beat around the bush. Don't dress things up. Well, I've been thinking about this for a while now and have come to the conclusion that I never call a spade a spade. When I meet my buddies three times a week for a morning… Continue reading Don’t call a spade a spade!
It's Monday night and I'm lying in my wonderful new bath - here's the view and I'm thinking about the (numerous) times I've said those immortal words, "I'll never do (dot, dot, dot)". I'm the world's worst at admitting I'm wrong - just ask my two former bosses or DH, tee hee! But apparently the… Continue reading Don't quote me on that!
Dear Readers I can see that I seriously need to pull my blogsocks up... I could blame it on our (10 weeks so far, will it never end?!) bathroom remodel. A remodel that spilled over and involved completely redecorating our master bedroom. Or our upcoming Copper Wedding extravaganza (involving the coordination of swanky, hep cat nightclub,… Continue reading What’s up (with me), Doc?