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It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog post and you might find it hard to believe that it’s nearly 2 years since our little girl, Ellen, was born – I find it hard to believe myself at times. We won’t be a family of 3 for much longer though as we are starting … read more >
Tip: Wear clean rubber gloves or disposable latex gloves when shaping the mixture into burgers if you don’t like touching the meat.
Treat yourself this weekend, and make some of this delicious granola. Even if you don’t have much faith in your cooking skills, trust me, this is easy and you will love it!
It’s happened. I can barely bring myself to type it for fear of jinxing myself. But the baby has STTN. Maybe the abbreviation won’t break the spell.
I’m back at work over 3 months and feel like I’m just getting my head around it all now. We are in a routine that works (most of the time!) and most importantly, Ellen is well settled with her child-minder. It’s very tough being away from her during the day but it makes me treasure the time I have with her in the evening.
So the baby has moved out. Packed up his little grow bag, his favourite teddy and shuffled off without a backwards glance….
For me, a mist of sticky syrupy fake tan does the job. My face could do with sleeping for a hundred years and I’m thinking of getting my fringe back just to hide the trenches in my forehead. But hose me down at 7pm and by 7am I’m looking at my love handles, marvelling at how much nicer they look when they’re the colour of chocolate.
So it’s 8.30pm on day 3 of my first week back at work. The best day so far.
“They’re the best days of your life aren’t they?” Said the stranger in Faro airport.
So I should be packing. Instead, I’m looking at pictures of Hiddleswift on my phone, who’ll probably be broken up by the time you read this