Musings on a Life Quite Ordinary

Today is my wedding anniversary. My husband is notoriously difficult to buy for and as this year is symbolised by iron I toyed with the idea of giving him some leafy green veg, but couldn’t come up with a romantic angle, so scrapped the idea. I decided to ask him what he would really like and he gave me a very specific request – a new photograph of me with the kids. Great I thought, he’s making it really easy this year.   I would have it sorted in a jiffy. OY VEY was I wrong.   We have in our 6 years of marriage brought 2 wonderful children into this world.    They are 5 and 2.   Our 5 year old is photogenic beyond belief and as a result of being the first has been completely au fait with a camera since birth.   Our 2 year old on the other hand calls the camera ‘cheese’ and twice actually tried to eat it.   In the 2 hours 45 minutes of my life that I will never get back I took 179 photos.   I was able to use 2 of them which are now in th...

I used to say I was a writer, but about 2 1/2 years ago I realised I had to stop saying that because how could I say I'm a writer when I'm not actually writing anything. I should have said I'm a procrastinator.  That would have been true although possibly a conversation stopper.  What could I say?  "Well I haven't written anything today because we found a fly floating in the breakfast dishes and had to hold its funeral in the back garden." Anyway, I have finally decided to bite the bullet and put myself out there.  As they say, the only way to be a writer is to actually write something and I'm starting here, with a blog. So, hello, like the title says, I'm quite ordinary, so don't be disappointed if I write at length about something like why the heck porridge cooks at a different speed every morning despite religiously using the same ratio of oats to milk.  Seriously! It's infuriating. I'm a sta...