People do feel special with a homemade card don’t they? They don’t just think, “Oh great, here’s another scrawled piece of tat from her kids because she’s too tight and lazy to go to the shop to get a proper card, and have you seen the state of her legs recently? She won’t be needing thermals this winter I can tell you!”
We have an ongoing family saying, if someone hears us farting we retort “It must be a mouse!”. Little Crumb aged 7 still delights in pointing a finger and saying, “Mummy, I know it was you!” If I’m having a good day we may have adopted a dog and after an egg and bean lunch a hippo, and on rare but wondrous occasions I swear we’ve had an elephant hiding in the house!
It has been a thought provoking experience to handle the photographed faces of hundreds and hundreds of people of all ages who have in some way been the victims of war.
Chops and broccoli became a step back in time as 9 year old Biscuit asked if he could be a caveman and eat his meat with his hands. This soon escalated into all of us stomping around the table, thumping our chests, gesticulating wildly and shouting lots of guttural “Ug”s. (Note to self – shut […]
Step 1 Choose your morning with cunning. A relaxed Sunday morning works best. Climb into your mummy’s bed and wait for her to just stir from her sleep. Snuggle right up to her and look up lovingly into her eyes. Step 2 With big doe eyes utter the words, “I love you from my heart.” […]