Friday, 18 June 2010

Secret Post Club

One of the many lessons that I learnt the year that I worked at a Summer Camp in America was the power of the post. Watching kids who are almost incurably homesick tear open a letter from their family and hastily devour its contents is enough to melt the hardest of hearts.

Getting a hand written letter, lovingly put together parcel or scrawled postcard can bring a smile to your face any day of the week. And when thought and a little bit of humour has gone into it, so much the better. My favourite item that arrived in the post at camp was a milk carton with a mocked up 'missing child' announcement on the side; a humourous and yet plaintive plea from a mother for her child to write and tell her he was at least still out there somewhere and hadn't had a mishap on the lake or been eaten by a passing bear.

Since then I've made every effort to put a little postal joy in people's lives and I applaud anyone who does the same. The year that I lived in Portugal I envied my friend Clare who took it in turns with a friend of hers to send random joyful parcels back and forth to and from the UK throughout the year. My random act of postal kindness that year was to send postcards to friends and family at semi-regular intervals, a steady stream of little thoughts and memories scribbled on the free postcards available in bars across the city. And post from the heart works, that was the year I managed to worm my way back into the life of an old school friend who is now my best mate and who I couldn't be without, all with a series of postcards to remind her that I was still out there somewhere thinking of her.

So when I read about the Secret Post Club I suddenly realised that this is the reason that I write a blog! The brainchild of Heather Sunderland, author of the Notes from Lapland Blog, the Secret Post Club pairs fellow bloggers together, who then send a parcel each month to another blogger. As soon as I read about it I had to be part of it, so I sent an email immediately. I'm now officially accepted and signed up to take part in July - I'm so excited!

Watch this space to find out what I send (although not until the recipient gets the parcel!) and what I get in return.

Wednesday, 13 January 2010

Cheese - my first love

When you are pregnant everyone asks you the same question - how can you give up alcohol for nine months? Well, I have a dirty little secret - I could give up alcohol for nine years and still feel absolutely fine, I don't really miss it at all.

At first it does help that the thought of drinking any basically makes you want to puke more than the feeling of being awake makes you want to puke (there is a basic underlying nausea during waking hours for the first 12 weeks, you just learn to deal with it after you realise it won't go away!) but after that I can safely say that I've had no problems sticking to a little tipple now and then.

But one thing that makes me very sad is that I can't fully indulge in my first love - cheese! The rules are a bit hazy on cheese and I have to be honest I didn't take as much time as maybe I could to understand all the soft/hard, pasturised/unpasterised rules but basically it comes down to this - I can't eat all the cheese I want to eat so why make it more complicated, stick to the hard stuff and tough it out...

But today I went to La Fromagerie. Do not fear, I didn't crack and have any cheese that I shouldn't but I was surrounded by the promise of cheese to come, of the plates of cheese that I can enjoy once my baby has decided to join me in the world. I sat and devoured my delicious cheddar dreaming of the day in the not so distant future when a perfect triangulation of events comes together - baby has arrived, I've worked out how to dress myself and leave the house during daylight hours, I can eat a full rosta of cheese all over again - and hoping that that day comes soon.

http://www.lafromagerie.co.uk/

Sunday, 20 September 2009

Messing about on the River


Was out today on my friend's barge. It was so lovely to be sitting on the deck enjoying some cheese and wine.

Sunday, 19 July 2009

Billy the Boxer


This is Billy. He likes lying on his couch and snoring. And hates walks.

Thursday, 16 July 2009

Sunset in Dagenham


Sunset over the Ford plant in Dagenham. Strangely beautiful.

Top Score!


The boy rocks Wii bowling with his six pack...

A van called Thomas...



There is a new love in my life. The boy is fully aware of what is going on, in fact he has fallen in love too.

His name is Thomas. He is a 1977 Bedford CF van. He is blue. He is vintage. He is wonderful!

He does have his faults. There is a hole in his exhaust, so he is noisy. His speedo may or may not be working right now (I don't want to get in trouble of have anyone looking for the van to take it off the road based on this blog!) so we know we aren't breaking the speed limit on the motorway but on smaller road it is a bit of guess work - does this feel like 30 mph?! His reverse lights don't work, which just means that one of us has to be outside of the van whenever we decide we need to manouver...

But there is so much that is right with him. A little sink, a gas stove, a double bed, lots of cupboards that are now full of mugs and glasses and plates and tea and coffee. Little cupboards in the back doors that are now full of treats. Ugly curtains and a roof that extends so you can stand up without bashing your head, even if you are as tall as the boy.

We've already been away on a jaunt - a week in France. It was great, Thomas loved being on the road and we loved showing him off. Waves from all the other campers, integrated straight into the camping community, we felt like the OAPs we really are at heart.