Filey is near Bridlington.

Bridlington is a seaside town which I consider to have considerable charm combined with faded glamour. It's not Disneyland for sure but I think that's what I like. It is flashy and tacky in parts. It has a working harbour and smells a bit fishy. It has a promenade and seafront which has likely remain relatively unchanged for a very long time. It sure is an interesting place to eat an ice cream and watch the world go by. See exhibit 1.

We've only been home a week but already looking back on these photographs has crystallised these memories in my mind. Baxter at exactly the right height to swing perilously from the 2p falls. Grier making sand angels and drawing figures in the sand and telling me the complicated back stories which accompany them. Brodie with wet feet after the lure of wave jumping proved to be just too strong to resist.

En vacances 2016

We choose our holiday destinations like this. We decide how long we can possibly bear to be trapped in a small space with the kids and then we choose places within that travelling distance time. Then Greig spends a loooonnnnggg time scouting suitable accommodations, shows me pictures online and then I point 'that one'. Job done. It's worked well so far at least.

This year we sojourned in Filey, Yorkshire. 

We were fabulously close to a quiet beach, had a swimming pool a stones throw away and were within travelling distance of a theme park. Easily pleased I think you'd call that. It was a fantastically busy, noisy, happy, exhausting, sugared week which left my face a little sore from smiling and laughing. I don't think it matters where we go but when I have time with my little family we draw closer together, see new things about each other we haven't noticed and make memories we will have forever. #winning

she valiantly attempted to eat all that cake. but i ended up wrapping up about three quarters to take home with us.

busy busy. lego. colouring. beading. busy busy

i can only think that the sand was warm?

scrub land back drop? out of focus? no-one looking at the camera? perfect family portrait. happy faces though!

meet giraffe, the newest member of the family

i walked one evening as the sun was beginning to set which made me wonder why I don't try to catch the golden hour more often. probably because golden hour falls very close to 'bath/books/bed' hour.

You know that this is literally a fraction of the photographs I took don't you? I have literally dumped them onto the computer but will be back when I have them organised. This is just the modern equivalent of a holiday photographs slide shows isn't it? Although I will never know if you nod off half way through or not..........


I feel like blog posts should contain profound writing. 

It's unlikely that this blog post will.

Just so you know.

I'm still listening to lots of podcasts while I do other things - I believe that may fall under the 'multi- tasking' heading. I'm quite enjoying the Pandolly podcast. Yes they really are that posh but my husband now writes for The Times and he's not that posh. Sometimes he eats Branston Pickle sandwiches (sorry Greig......)

I have recently discovered peach concealer. Did you know that you should use peach concealer to cover up dark under eye circles?. I did not. But now I'm slapping the stuff on all the time and it's like magic, my mind is blown. Also experimenting with green concealer to hide those weird red bits on my nose. Any other life changing tips you have hit me with them. Seriously you'd think that 20+ years reading women's magazines I might have a clue what I'm doing by now.

Have you tried this? It tastes like heaven. I can't buy it though because I'll eat the whole jar in one go. But you might well have more willpower than me.

Can I ask you about off the shoulder fashions? Is it possible to wear a top or dress and not spend the whole day pulling it back onto your shoulder? Should I just accept that I'm going to feel like my clothes are going to fall off and not investigate this trend further?

Pray tell.

Shorty. It's your birthday...........

Turning 36 was good. The sun was shining. I made it to 36 in one piece and largely unscathed by the ravages of modern life. I'm just glad to be here with so many wonderful people here both big and small. I'm also happy to eat frozen Toblerone cake.

See I even took a picture to commemorate the passing of another fantastic year.

They are all so lovely no?

I feel like I've made peace with my birthday which I appreciate is a strange statement to make. They always made me feel a bit melancholy. I think it's common for children of divorced parents to feel a bit displaced on 'special days'. I always had a sense that I was missing something or wasn't in the right place or just felt a bit off. I didn't want a big fuss but would be childishly upset if no-one made a fuss of me.

But now I have three little people who love having a day of celebration and it would take a heart of stone not to join in with their exuberance. 

Were you and I to have a chat on any normal day I would possibly moan about the little things. Whinge about the work. Prattle on about why there are never enough hours in the day. But I hope what you would hear would be how fortunate I am. The blessing of a house to clean, of food to cook and children to squeeze.

This life is the one I hoped was in front of me as I grew up. Being the middle of a noisy, messy, glorious family. A partner who I truly consider to be the best human being I know. And a small but amazing network of friends I know are always there. Yes indeed. 

The wrong side

Today was just an ordinary day. Nothing exceptional happened. Normal stuff was the name of the game.

The only difference was my all day, long lasting, deeply pervading, utterly foul mood.

This is how it happened. I woke up. I went about my day. The universe conspired to be as annoying as possible. I got annoyed. The more annoyed I got the more I thought about what a twonk I am. And eventually I came full circle and laughed at myself. Which is nice. I think this might mean I'm a grown up now.

I had to return a pair of stupid jeans to a stupid shop. When I bought the jeans I bought one pair of blue and one pair of black. Same style, same size, different colour. Thinking I was making a fantastic decision which would save me time and hassle. I only tried on the blue pair. The black pair didn't fit. I couldn't live with the resulting muffin top so they had to go back.

That's what started the terrible mood.

After getting lunch for the littles I tried to squeeze in some weights. Got changed. ( Hate getting changed into workout clothes, such a waste of time). Laptop ran out of juice before I finshed. Bah.

Realise I should clean the bath as it was still full of grass from last nights bathtime. The other parent in this family bathed the offspring after they'd been rampaging through freshly cut grass but didn't think to clean up the resulting mess. I could have left it but everytime I entered the bathroom the little storm cloud above my head would have grown a smidge.

Realise I've forgotten to marinade the chicken for tea. Do it in a hurry. Chop vegetables in a hurry. Get mad that eating healthy food requires so much bloody planning and shopping and chopping. All the chopping. Hence the hurry.

Drag hoover outside to clean car because I cannot bear it one second longer. It is really so mucky inside I'm a little ashamed. But quite proud when it's clean again. For at least an afternoon right?

Get mad that poor Baxter has a sore bum again. He really seems to have the most sensitive skin on his booty.

Welcome husband home actually laughing at my own ridiculousness.  Life is funny isn't it? The things that get us down and preoccupy us. I'm glad I don't have many days like today. And that I have some lovely bright pink macaron (thank you!) and the Great British Sewing Bee to watch.

Photos from the weekend when I was considerably cheerier:)