There’s not better Sunday evening than one where you don’t have to go to work on the Monday. Thanks to a Bank Holiday I’m living my best life right this second as I can look forward to going to bed and not setting the alarm. This doesn’t happen often! To top off the joy it’s the … More My Week In Pictures – Looking for Sunbeams
I don’t know how it happened, but last time I looked it was early January and now we are in Mid April. I’m happy to be midway through any month because it means pay day, but I’m once again surprised at the speed that the months go by. The morning drive to work is much … More My Week In Pictures – Salt On My Skin
Today is national ditch your resolutions day. I can proudly tell you I haven’t ditched a single one – simply because I didn’t make any. But I did take up something recently, cold water swimming – yes, it’s cold- and I’ll be telling you about it in a later blog. Someone who started her resolutions … More Erica Clarkson a (crazy) Girl Aboot Orkney
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Today in America it’s Thanksgiving. It’s also the anniversary of losing my brother Simon, when he died too young 8 years ago. It was devastating, life changing and made us all wonder if we would ever smile again. So how do I marry these two things up and write…
Last week’s Friday self knew how this week’s Monday self was going to be. Last week’s Friday self knew my Monday self was going to be a tad emotional when she got to work after having put her son on a plane bound for the big wide world and a new life. So my Friday … More My Week In Pictures – Being OK
I’m going to whisper four little letters very quietly and try not to cry when I do. GDPR I’m sorry, I really sorry. I know you’re banging your head off the screen as one more person spams you with an email saying I won’t be spamming you. Are you awash with GDPR Data Protection emails … More Sorry For What I’m About To Say….
This is my son who hates having his photo taken so I had to catch him unawares and now his hands look huge. When his hands were little he would hold mine as I walked him to nursery, crossed him over the road or walked him along the street. I don’t know when he stopped … More The Empty(ing) Nest