tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83979619776956930212024-03-14T08:01:29.942+00:00Village Mama UKVillage Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-44306850487885753712012-12-23T22:39:00.003+00:002012-12-23T22:39:45.167+00:00Silent Sunday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-26274669454558578562012-12-05T22:56:00.000+00:002012-12-05T22:56:33.956+00:00The First Fall.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-74201494612084208482012-12-03T16:18:00.002+00:002012-12-03T16:18:53.355+00:00Coming to terms with a concept.That concept is the Advent calendar. I wanted to get the Playmobil Christmas Post Office one for Toddler last year but completely missed the boat and by the time I actually got round to finding one they were like gold-dust and sold out everywhere I looked. So this year I've been organised (I've got nearly everything bought now) and I bought her one in plenty of time.<br />
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We didn't get round to getting it out of the box until the evening of the 1st. In the box you get another box which is the box that has the windows you open and you also get the backdrop. Every day you open one of the windows and inside there is a prop/toy that you can use to make the Christmas Post Office scene.<br />
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Him Indoors dutifully put the backdrop together and we asked Toddler to open the first window-A little postbox that opens and closes. Then...a meltdown. Toddler just couldn't get to grips with the concept of 'one door, one day' and got extremely upset. Toddler has two very distinct cries, one-'You've told me 'no' and I'm not having it' cry and two-'I am genuinely extremely upset' cry. On the evening of the 1st it was definitely cry number two. After five minutes Toddler was still really upset. After ten minutes she was still really upset. By this point I was getting really upset. What to do?<br />
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Him Indoors leapt into action with a very enthusiastic re-telling of The Nativity story with Baby's half-moon pillow shoved up his jumper for good measure when acting the Mary part. It did the trick and now Toddler is happy to come down each morning and ask, 'Can I open a window now?'<br />
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Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-81912436422129303932012-11-16T16:08:00.000+00:002012-11-16T16:08:35.023+00:00To move or not to move?The village is not very big (although compared to some it might be massive) and decent family-size housing stock can cost upwards of £600,000. We are most definitely not in the £600,000 bracket, we got a steal of a house at a good price due to the previous owner's relationship break-up (they wanted a quick sale) and the fact the house is on a busy main road. The developer who built our house in the 1930's also developed the road behind and that's where you'd have to have much deeper pockets than ours to buy a house.<br />
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My family never moved house whilst I was growing up and perhaps as a consequence of that I haven't stayed still since being an adult. There was a time (when I was still at university and subsequently making my first steps in the adult world) that I calculated that I had moved 14 times in 3 years!!!! It's never been quite that crazy since.<br />
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Perhaps I'm a bit of a nomad at heart. I don't tend to get very emotionally attached to bricks and mortar. Home is where my family are ultimately. Whenever I move somewhere I feel like the custodian of the property rather than thinking it's 'mine'. <br />
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Before we moved to our current house there was talk about moving to Kent where my mother-in-law lives. We even went to view some properties but nothing came of it. There is no more family in the village now other than my own, but a few good friends and lots of lovely locals. <br />
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Kent would realistically be the only place we would move to, to be near family-No moving to Devon or anything like that for us. I am aware that I do not want to move Toddler once she is in 'proper' school, so the window of opportunity to move is closing.<br />
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I love the village, the house is great, the schools are good, my friends are here, transport links are very good, I wouldn't have to drive the children everywhere as they got older...<br />
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So why do I still feel that tug to move occasionally?Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-38877745952820736302012-11-11T10:39:00.003+00:002012-11-11T10:39:41.386+00:00Silent Sunday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-61602533000984683092012-10-19T21:45:00.004+01:002012-10-19T21:45:50.565+01:00Listography-Top 5 things I'd like to be reincarnated asA bit late on Listography this time around as the lurgy got me earlier in the week and I've just been playing 'catch up' ever since. Anyway, down to business...<br />
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1. Western political leader-just to see what really goes on.<br />
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2. A butterfly-all that life packed into such as short space of time!<br />
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3. A princess-to see how the other half live.<br />
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4. A published author-they say that we all have a book in us somewhere-don't know where mine is!<br />
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5. De Li from Waybaloo-that looks like a nice life.<br />
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If you'd like to link up and let the blogosphere know your Top 5 you can <a href="http://katetakes5.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/listography-top-5-things-id-like-to-be.html" target="_blank">here</a>.Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-30685300909101814332012-10-08T20:24:00.001+01:002012-10-08T20:24:21.839+01:00Rain, rain, rain or I should've looked at the Met Office weather report before I left!It rained on the school run today. Not poured, but a steady rain that eventually began to soak through my raincoat. Since the start of the new school year we have been trying to walk to the next town when Toddler has a morning session at pre-school. (I really should think of a new blogging name for Toddler as Toddler really isn't a Toddler any more.) We are fair-weather walkers I must admit and I normally check the forecast, but today I didn't. But every cloud has a silver lining-the children don't mind one jot about being under the raincover, they positively enjoy it. I know that a good few of my friend's children hate being under a raincover and will scream blue murder and try and rip the thing off. The other silver lining of the walk back this morning was a beautiful sight-A spider web, with said spider sitting right in the middle, the web bejewelled by raindrops. I tried to get a pic of it on my phone but it just wouldn't have come out. That beautiful little spider web made it all worth it.<br />
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Even though I've been absent from Meal Planning Monday for two weeks I've been keeping up with the planning but I just haven't had the time to put it on the blog. There's been loads to do on the house (we've been extending the kitchen and giving the whole of the back of the house an overhaul) but now that Toddler is safely at pre-school and Baby is happy on the playmat I can get on with my entry for this week...Except that this week I haven't done my usual look through my cookbooks and come up with my plan from them. I sort of formulated a plan as I walked up and down the aisles of the supermarket yesterday. So here goes...<br />
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Monday: Spaghetti Bolognese (I bought some unusual and multicoloured pasta shapes so hopefully Toddler will think that's great.)<br />
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Tuesday: Casserole<br />
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Wednesday: Butcher bought burgers, homemade chips and beans<br />
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Thursday: Something with chicken-I'm at a loss as I type-Any ideas gratefully received!<br />
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Friday: Lemon Sole parcels<br />
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Saturday: Whatever my mother-in-law serves up for my youngest sister-in-law's 18th<br />
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Sunday: Rotisserie chicken, new potatoes and salad<br />
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If you want to join in with Mrs M's Meal Planning Monday click <a href="http://athomewithmrsm.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/meal-planning-monday-10th-september-2012.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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My first Meal Planning Monday! I think I'll (and moreover my family will) be forever grateful to Mrs M for coming up with the idea as I am the queen of spending a good chunk of money in the supermarket, exiting with about five bags full up with shopping and still not have anything to make a meal out of!<br />
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Monday (As it's 8:55pm I can report this was a success. Toddler even said, "This is yummy Mummy." She has <em>never</em> said anything of the sort before.) : Roast chicken, mash, peas.<br />
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Tuesday: Spaghetti Bolognese.<br />
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Wednesday: Crispy chicken fajitas and salad.<br />
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Thursday: Spanish tortilla, salad and coleslaw.<br />
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Friday: Fish pie.<br />
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Saturday: Lamb casserole.<br />
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Sunday: Chicken burgers in buns with salad.<br />
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1. 'System Addict'-5 Star, the UK's answer to The Jackson 5. I loved 5 Star, bought their tape and the 5 Star annual. I was quite surprised to see one of the sisters from the group on 'The Voice' tv show recently.<br />
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2. The one where the chorus went 'Hey, how are you doing? I'm sorry you couldn't get through-but this is a message that's been recorded especially for you...' I can't remember the name of the song or the band but it was the first song that popped into my head when I read Kate's original post. I remember as a child that it would be cool to sing the chorus into an answering machine I would have as an adult-to this day I've not done it.<br />
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3. 'Take on Me'-A-ha. Iconic video and catchy tune.<br />
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4. 'Karma Chameleon'-Culture Club. Didn't know what it was about then-still don't really know what it's about now. Catchy tune though.<br />
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5. Anything by Howard Jones. Bog-standard name--excellent tunes.<br />
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So, that's my top 5. Scoot on over to <a href="http://katetakes5.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/listography-top-5-songs-i-grew-up-to.html" target="_blank">Kate Takes 5</a> if you want to join in too.Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-89315623334443162302012-08-21T20:03:00.000+01:002012-08-21T20:03:46.413+01:00BalanceI like to think that the World has an order of balance about it in most things. Yesterday the World did a great balancing job with the people I came into contact with. <br />
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There wasn't much love in the village yesterday for me, Toddler or the tandem buggy I was pushing around. I've never known a day like it! It began when I was attempting to wrestle the raincover out from under said buggy and put it on. Two men (about 60-65ish I'd say) who could have easily walked around the other way made a big point of walking/squeezing past. Then in the little supermarket (where they seem to be perpetually stacking the shelves) an elderly lady tried to squeeze past Toddler whilst simultaneously saying excuse me and lifting her basket directly over the top of her head! Toddler was standing as far to the opposing side as she could, the aforementioned shelf stacking causing an obstruction as they had parked the cage of goods to be stacked on the other side of the narrow aisle. Honestly! If you're going to care enough to say "Excuse me" why not care enough to wait for someone to move. Then I had a woman actually huff at us whilst leaving the check-out, again clearly not having enough time in her day to wait the 20 seconds it would have taken us to vacate the space for her. "You must have been doing <em>something</em> wrong." I hear you cry. Letting Toddler cause chaos perhaps? Whizzing the buggy uncontrollably up and down the aisles and through the check-out? Honestly, no, there was none of that. Like I said-never known a day like it!<br />
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Now for the balance. On the way home a workman blocking the pavement moved his wheelbarrow and all his 'Men at Work' signs so I didn't have to cross the road. A lady stopped her car to let me cross when she didn't have to and the old man I've known since Toddler was a baby (when he mistook her for a boy-we had a denim blue buggy and I always dressed her in tops and trousers) blew me a kiss from the other side of the road.<br />
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Balance restored.Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-46525716157954087992012-08-19T20:14:00.000+01:002012-08-19T20:14:15.306+01:00Popping Out<div align="center">
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As I rush around in a hurried fever</div>
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Perpetually ten minutes late-it's what I'm known for</div>
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Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-13688210225191993812012-08-15T23:49:00.000+01:002012-08-15T23:49:00.740+01:00RockNot the rock hard candy type that you get as a gift when someone you know comes back from the seaside or the ones you find at the beach but the one that becomes your ballast and safety when times become choppy.<br />
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A friend of mine is going through a bit of a time at the moment. She and her family are facing a bit of an uncertain future right now but she would never really talk about how it's affecting her. As far as I understand the situation she and her husband are both to blame (although she will say that all the questionable decisions have been his). Anyway, she's been my rock on a good few occasions and I only hope that she can open up just a little bit more and let me do the same for her.<br />
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Toddler and I were extremely lucky to chance upon it on a fairly early jaunt to the local park and were part of the first group to go on. Sometimes when a chance thing like that happens it makes me feel very lucky indeed. (I don't ask for much in this World!)<br />
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If it's anywhere near you in the coming weeks I'd urge you to have a go. I'm not that fit and haven't done any exercise for ages but I bounced about like a mad thing for nearly all of the 15 minutes of time allowed per slot. Fantastic bouncy fun for all.<br />
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<br />Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-56702708571830288962012-08-02T22:37:00.002+01:002012-08-02T22:37:58.964+01:00I know I'm tired when...A friend of mine who has two under threes (like me) berated her sister who is a nurse not so long ago. The sister had mentioned how tired she was and my friend replied that she didn't know the meaning of tired. My friend's point to her sister was that, yes, although she has a tough and extremely responsible job as a nurse, on her days off she can sleep all day etc.etc. if she wants. You may already be ahead of me here but the sister doesn't have any kids and only has a flighty boyfriend to deal with (I think she lives on her own).<br />
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I am embracing the tiredness at the moment and trying to be a happy tired (much like being a happy drunk I suppose). I know I'm tired when...<br />
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I can't string a sentence together. My speech is always the first thing to go. Writing/typing I can just about manage but forget any actual sense coming out of my mouth.<br />
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I've been staring at the same mug/spot on the carpet/child's toy for a good 3-4 minutes.<br />
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I've had to read the same sentence from my book/newspaper/magazine about 8 times and I still don't know what's going on.<br />
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I've been washing the same plate/fork/spoon for about 4 minutes and I don't even realise my sleeve is wet.<br />
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Yes, I'm definitely tired this evening.Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-26478125224766685182012-07-30T11:33:00.000+01:002012-07-30T11:33:23.013+01:00Listography-Top 5 things about the Summer hoidays<a href="http://katetakes5.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/listography-top-5-things-about-summer.html" target="_blank">Listography</a> is back and this time around it's about the Summer hols. Thanks to Kate for another great Listography idea. Here's my top 5...<br />
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1. Not having to do packed lunches. I definitely need some inspiration for September! Toddler is quite fussy anyway and it depends which way the winds blowing as to whether she eats much or not. <br />
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2. Not having to get into the car. I have a bit of a love/hate thing with driving. If there had been a pre-school in the village that would have suited Toddler I would have sent her there but as it goes we ended up deciding on a pre-school in the next town which is about a 45 minute walk away with the double buggy. Part of my get fit routine from September is to walk to pre-school at least once a week!<br />
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3. Being able to walk about in the village between 3:15pm-4:00pm without having to walk in the road/navigate hoards and hoards of teenagers. There are two secondary schools, one at either end of the village and it's just an absolute pain to walk around in the village at that time of day-I avoid it!<br />
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4. Links to number 3...Being able to board a bus between 3:15pm-4:00pm without having to do battle with hoards of teenagers that don't know how to queue or board a bus without it turning into a mess.<br />
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5. Being able to attend singing, dancing, gym groups that we normally wouldn't be able to attend due to pre-school. Toddler loves a good sing-song and a bounce so these groups really suit her down to the ground.<br />
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So, there's my top 5. If you'd like to join in just write your own post and then link up via <a href="http://www.katetakes5.com/" target="_blank">Kate's blog</a>.Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-12231518558312892822012-07-25T22:11:00.001+01:002012-07-25T22:11:37.081+01:00A pox on this house...Well, not a pox exactly but definitely illness. Of the one baby, one toddler and three adults who live here all of us to a greater or lesser extent is ill! What are the chances of five members of the same household being ill at the same time? We've all got this-it's worse than a cold, but it's not quite flu-thing! In spite of it all Toddler is doing really well with potty training. I decided that the summer hols. was the right time to tackle it. We started last Thursday and on Tuesday she had done both businesses in the potty. Considering she was adamant that she wasn't even going to sit in it until the Monday I think that's great going.<br />
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Looking forward to a healthy household sometime very soon.Village Mama UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509565904843597838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397961977695693021.post-74442364495477470332012-07-08T16:34:00.001+01:002012-07-08T16:35:33.769+01:00Rainy day playIt rained and rained and rained all Friday here. We could have gone out but in the end we just stayed in. Here are some of the activities Toddler got up to: Mummy 1 - T.V. 0<br />
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The whole boy/girl thing has entered the house. Whilst watching the beginning of 'Rory the Racing Car' Toddler piped up, 'This is for boys!' I can only assume she was refering to the cars. I tried to explain that Rory was not just for boys but she was having none of it! 'They're toys for boys I think,' came the reply. I explained that she has two cars which she plays with and that Mummy drives a car and she's not a boy. She was still unconvinced. We don't actually watch Rory so we don't know the characters but suddenly there was a little pink girl car on our screen. Toddler was then convinced that Rory was indeed for girls and boys. I guess she's getting the whole boy/girl thing from pre-school and the world around her in general. We've never said that certain things are for boys/girls at home. Him Indoors is particularly particular regarding teaching Toddler everything he knows regarding D.I.Y etc. even at her young age. I can't do anything handy and he's determined that she doesn't rely on anyone to put up a shelf, paint a wall properly etc. She's got her own little (play) toolkit and has watched as the builders and then her Dad have transformed the rear of our house from a tiny kitchen to a full rear extension. I feel I'm waffling here a bit so I'll just leave you with a couple of photos...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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Oh dear...where does the time go? Near enough every day I say to myself, "Must get on with my blog, haven't written anything for ages," and then it's bedtime and another day has passed and I haven't done a thing except look after the house and children. Very important jobs I hear you say and yes they are but surely I must be able to fit something else into the day? I think my time management skills need a serious looking at. To that end this post will be a series of photos taken over the last few weeks that I could have turned into independent posts but just didn't have the time to. Here goes...<br />
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