Tuesday, 21 May 2013


* Two hen do weekends in a row: Pots of silver and gold, sparkling glitter; foil wedding dresses; red faces; sugar rushes; chinking glasses, knees up and dancing florals; walks and stories, beaches and hills; elaborate fantastical outfits; cackling laughter echoing for miles; photo snapping, poses aplenty; cucumber sandwiches and delicate treats; bubbling hot tubs; steaming bathrooms; crafting wings and sharing lives. 

* An old school fair: On the only day that displayed some warmth so far this year, how lucky they were – last year was a wash out. This time, the air was scented with sweet popcorn, doughnuts and coffee, combined with the intoxicating blossom, creating a hazy mist of deliciousness. We lolled on the grass, sat back with iced drinks and did little else at all. 

* At The Chapel: I went here the other day after a work meeting. Extraordinarily high ceilings, walls painted white and a bakery at the entrance. The food is traditional, but with clever somethings added. Flavours that quietly astonish, combinations you can't quite put your finger on. Kevin McCloud was sat opposite and he seemed quite content. 

* Buggy: I had no idea at quite the quantity of choice for buggies out there. Pushchairs are big business, I knew, but how do you know what is right - does it twist backwards, forwards, cram in your car? Can you fly with it, will its wheels fall off? What about the level of recline? And car seats, will one of these attach? Oh, only if you buy this one and that one isn't that great. Difficult. Expensive. Suffice to say we have purchased one and soon after decided we loved it, then argued about it and now we are happy with it. 

* External stuff: Apart from the job, I am doing all sorts of bits and bobs, including a sideline business. I always have enjoyed cramming things in, but I am now getting hugely excited about the prospect of the kid project and just before it makes an appearance - maybe, just chilling out. Focusing on the kid. 

* Helping with the above is pregnancy yoga, which is fabulous. It honestly feels like my whole vertebrae is being tweaked out, one by one. Then add on a massage and some amazing breathing techniques. I think when you start breathing deeply, you realise that you weren't breathing properly at all before. A deep breath is a brilliant, free medicine. 

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