Hello, I'm back from a week in the sun with my family. Refreshed and glad to be home but sad to say goodbye to my parents, sister, her husband and very grown up nieces.
As much as I love crafting travel is truly my first love. I feel very fortunate to have visited so many places and to share the experience of somewhere new with my children.
On our latest adventure, Tommy finally (and proudly) conquered his fear of water owing largely to his personal lifeguard and patient cousin. Thank you Emma.
Long car and plane journeys with small children really do get easier with each passing year.
Returning home always leaves me inspired. An opportunity for a fresh start, a clean slate. The urge to shake things up a little, make changes and start something new.
I had a knot in my stomach about going back to work this morning, the first day in my newly promoted role.
I read a good book while I was away. Not chick lit (my usual preferred holiday reading). The Birth House had me hooked from start to finish.
The last remnants of the snow have melted and the children spent a good chunk of this afternoon digging for worms in the garden.
Spring fever has struck. The "things to do around the house" list is growing alarmingly long, windows to wash, garden to tidy, cupboards to declutter and walls to paint.
Must go and deal with the laundry pile.