… nearly six actually. Now that she is five she is at school from 9am until 4pm everyday. She has had her first solo playdate in the pueblo with a boy from school. She tells me that they fight “but not hitting”. OK, great. They mostly play Barbies. Many more playdates have followed. I started … [Read more…]
Looks gorgeous, right? Butter wouldn’t melt? Wrong. She has just handed me the biggest bogie ever to have graced this house, wearing exactly this expression. Stay alert, people. And beware 5 year olds bearing gifts. This photo was taken on a late-night pee mission during a recent glamping trip in La Taha, Granada.
We have a little joke in our house. I say to Mr B “Stop me if this is getting too racy for you” and that’s funny (yes, it is) because I will in actual fact have been wittering on about something so mundane I will have almost talked myself into a trance. And Mr B, … [Read more…]
Oh my f*cking goodness (can’t say God, ‘cos ‘my Mum reads my blog’)! If I see another post in my bloody timeline advising me of the ‘habits’ of people who are apparently excelling on every level in life that you could think of, and then some that they just made up, I might have to … [Read more…]
There are some days in Spain when you just know that the critters are out in force. On these days you need to watch your step, keep your eyes peeled and always check the overhead and under loo seat situation before settling yourself for a moment. There is only one thing worse than finding yourself … [Read more…]