What’s my Christmas this year going to be? Mindful.
Friday 26th November, and I’m in work. Storm Arwen is bashing the door, pelting the office with hail and making me wish perhaps I wasn’t due to
Friday 26th November, and I’m in work. Storm Arwen is bashing the door, pelting the office with hail and making me wish perhaps I wasn’t due to
Way way back in September I had a moment of inspiration: I saw Under the Rowan Tree’s excellent Advent Journal box, and loved the idea, but in the
Some weekends are made for quiet pootling, just a little shifting of location or a shuffle through some magazines. Others are made for having a list
The Ber months are my favourite. I love this time of year, with autumn and winter bookending Christmas in a festival of good times, good friends and
I have a massive apology to make here. In Monday’s post, I listed Advent by Anja Dunk as one of my Advent books, the small volumes I wrap and give
If ever I go bankrupt, I want you to know that it will not be because of my extravangant spending on shoes, clothes, meals out or holidays. No,
I keep a very slap-dash personal journal: although I dream of filling leather-bound volumes with my erudition and wisdom, mostly my journalling is a
Spoiler: The answer is nothing. When I first started writing about hygge and happiness five years ago this week the newspapers were filled with
It’s a typical crazy Friday morning so far in my life. The TV has an intermittent fault, which means it clicks on and off, usually in the middle of
I love snail mail, or post as we call it in the UK. I love letters best of all, long, slow-moving letters from friends that undulate lazily through
Did you make it to a proper holiday this year? We didn’t. We’ve had a couple of nights as a couple in Leamington Spa, a long weekend as a family
I think that might *just* be the longest title to a blogpost ever. But it had to be done. Last night (the 14th, yes, I’m writing this blog
I love entering a new season. Despite the sun shining and a warm day in the office yesterday, there’s a definite hint of pumpkin spice in the air
My kids are all back at home, all in the house and we have 62 days (all of July and August) until potentially we’re split up again. I remember
Four more weeks. Four more weeks. Four more weeks. And international travel seems a distant dream on the horizon (why oh why does Microsoft tempt me