Project 365 2018 Week 8
Feb24

Project 365 2018 Week 8

My eldest and my daughter are back at school after half-term, but my younger son is still in Germany and I’m missing him!   Here’s our week in pictures… Day 49 – Sunday 18th February – my roots desperately needed doing. Luckily, I have a reliable 11 year old hairdresser on hand to deal with them. Day 50 – Monday 19th February – the kids went back to school and it was quite nice to get...

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The Thirst by Jo Nesbo
Feb23

The Thirst by Jo Nesbo

The Harry Hole books by Jo Nesbo were some of the first thrillers I ever read – and I loved them. It’s been a long time since Police, the previous Harry Hole book, so I was very excited when I spotted The Thirst. But, now I’ve developed my obsession with psychological thrillers, would I still love the Harry Hole books as much? Yes I would. Harry Hole has given up life in the police and is now a lecturer. He is...

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Half-term and the joke that wasn’t a joke
Feb22

Half-term and the joke that wasn’t a joke

Last year, we only had one holiday. You probably think that’s normal, but we usually have two. We never go away for more than a week at a time and we rarely go abroad, but we do like our holidays. My husband works ridiculously hard every day of the week and holidays are the only time we can really relax as a family. We were starting to regret our decision not to go away last October, so my husband suggested we go away in...

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Kitting out the ensuite bathroom
Feb21

Kitting out the ensuite bathroom

We’ve been in our house just over four years now and it doesn’t feel like there’s ever been a time when we haven’t had some sort of job either going on or looming over us. There was the big bathroom and the kitchen. The small bathroom. The spare room. The garden project. Over the last couple of months, we’ve done a bit of an update of the younger kids’ bedrooms, so that they have space for desks....

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Remembering Eric
Feb20

Remembering Eric

The death of Eric the guinea pig hit us all hard. Hit me hard particularly. Even days later, I just kept bursting into tears without warning. Sometimes I’d be OK, then other times I’d want him back so much it hurt. I just kept thinking about that black, brown and white ball of fluff in my arms and I ached for him. Logically, it’s silly. He wasn’t human. He wasn’t even a dog. He was ‘just’ a...

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