This Saturday, 28th March 2015 at 8:30 is Earth Hour.
I will be joining millions of people across the world (including the Queen), and switching off.
if only life were that simple
Warm and fuzzy, not quite awake but almost real. No idea how old you are, where you are waking up or who you are with.
I love that place. You can be anyone. It’s kind of a surreal place but also so familiar.
Brighton is full of crazy non-stop fun and no time of year is that more true than May.
The sun starts to shine, deck chairs unfold, and the sound of busking drifts thought the Pavilion Gardens like the smell of vinegar soaked chips on the beach. Disco Pete dusts off his white gloves and familiar faces start to appear on the streets of Brighton.
A little glimpse.
Just over there.
A tiny one mind.
Enough for me to start thinking about flip flops at least.
Feeling pretty old.
Wondering where the time has gone.
To cheer myself up I decided to write about my Top Family Festivals of 2014 and remember some of my most special moments last summer while on the road with Festival Kidz. Continue reading ‘Best family festivals’
Am I the only person getting sick of buying plastic toys that never get played with?
I know most mums shudder at the thought of a house full of screechy small people who leave a trail of jelly and ice cream on your carpets. But I have always really enjoyed a good old fashioned parties at home.
School dinners, school dinners,
Chocolate Krispie square.
Artic roll, lemon sponge,
Actually… it’s not.
I felt compelled to document the latest weird occurrence I have witnessed…
OK, yes. It was at a festival.
Hunny starts school very soon and I feel really sad to be losing her. I am going to miss my little buddy so much, but I am excited and proud to be starting her on her journey of independence in to the big wide world.
I’m still not quite sure how I feel about this.
If you are a parent in Brighton then you probably know Saunders Park. Your kids may have enjoyed a cool down on one of these recent hot days in the paddling pool there.
You know when you do something, and as you are doing it you are thinking, ‘this isn’t such a smart idea’.
Taking a hot tray out the oven and forgetting the tea towel.
Jumping in a pool without checking how deep it is.
Although I’ve always felt festivals are one of the safest places for a child to go wandering, the reality of it happening still producing that sick panic and sinking feeling that ever parent dreads.
We were recently invited to check out the Brighton Sand Sculpture Festival which has taken over Black Rock on Madeira Drive.
Now I humbly class myself as a bit of a sand master. I have spent many happy hours building master pieces or turning the kids in to mermaids. But this is something different.