So I settled on no wifi after 9pm. Or at all when my son is awake. This will be a challenge just as it’s meant to be. And good for us all too. I’m also trying to say the Rosary daily. A mum friend chants daily. She’s a Buddhist. Made me feel like an epic failure. It’s just all round good to meditate on life. Whatever your faith or none just taking 20 minutes to sit and focus on life away from it all is good for the soul. I always feel a million times better for example, when I leave Mass. That one hour of pure focus on the divine, family, community and one another lifts me right up. It was a chance return to Mass and precisely that feeling which brought me back to the faith I had rejected after Mums accident. I was an atheist for over a decade.
student: hey government can I have some money to go to university
uk government: sure here you go. you’ll have to pay it back but only when you’re earning £21,000+ a year, and if you don’t pay it off after 30 years we’ll just write it off, don’t…
We often talk of experiencing all the seasons in one day. How about every feeling under the sun in one week.
Half-dog Half-bread [x]
Cannot decide between American style fluffy dime pancakes or our family tradition of bubble and squeak pancakes. My Polish blood is singing to me so it is likely to be the latter.
Our favourite children’s centre, which we haven’t visited in a while, made pancakes for everyone today. Not shop bought either. They made them. With bananas and raspberries. It was bright and sunny and this just lifted everyone’s mood that much further. We then stopped by the ancient and rather beautiful church next door for Lentern lunch. Proceeds go to charity. Been years since I’ve had a proper Lent charity lunch! School I think. Home made soup and bread. All very pleasant.
I still haven’t decided whether to give up sugar or give up worrying for Lent. It’s not supposed to be an easy ride. That’s the whole point. And giving up either of these fits the bill. Giving up both would probably kill me!
A mum friend recently returned from a trip overseas and brought me back a lovely gift. Most unexpected. It’s funny to think that I’ve only known her 18 months. It’s also lovely when people reach out in this way. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea! Generally I’m not a woman’s woman so I find women slow to warm to me. But I am very pleased with how things have turned out. It takes time to establish friends when you move into a new area, which this was to us before my son was born. I’ve had the odd weird moment such as when a mum exclaimed with huge relief that she knew my son was half Brazilian or similar because “he couldn’t possibly just be English”. Something she exclaimed AFTER I told her the Brazilian blood came from the fathers side. Go figure! But overall I feel very relaxed with the circle of mums I know and feel that I can be myself around them. With old friends and close family so far away things like this really matter a great deal.
Just wondering if a certain bumblemama would like a proper east end send off? Early I know but what a fun way to say Cheerio to London!
London Play (the charity for play in the capital) commissioned children’s illustrator Josie Firmin to design a stunning map highlighting 20 adventurous play places across the city. The reverse has details about each location including information on transport, local cafes, baby-changing areas etc. All locations are accessible and free to enter.
All proceeds will go towards London Play’s work to create free play opportunities in parts of the capital where they are most urgently needed. A growing number of London children live in poverty, have bad health predictions and do not have access to a garden or a park. Their work is targeted at these children. Your purchase will directly benefit them.
Seriously stunning. And some wonderful adventurous suggestions that frankly make it hard to believe this is city play. Must try a bunch of these.
It was very sweet last year. I rocked up to the Children’s centre after Ash Wednesday mass and a mother came rushing in after me. “Oh my dear you have a huge splodge of dirt on your forehead I just don’t want you to walk around like that and no one say a thing”. “Thanks. It’s ok it’s Ash Wednesday. I think the priest was all thumbs when it came to my cross”. :)
And then this. Ok. I really do feel better now.
This afternoon was spent running around in the bright sunshine in our little park with some new and old mum friends. Two are neighbours. A mum From over by the canal and the couple who live almost next door. All of whom I’ve met as families in this little park by the play area. The next door neighbours are newly relocated Canadians with many enthusiastic questions. There were also lots of the local families out in the garden which is always lovely and gives it a real sense of community. It felt like a warm hug with the sun on my face and kids laughing. I’d been feeling quite blue about the friends Joseph was losing so suddenly and so soon. I feel somewhat reassured by the gentle encouragement of a few people recently regarding the area and the new kids on the block.