Follow me if you will as I try to navigate through the ups and downs of my world.
I'm writing this blog to help me make sense of all that has happened - from my diagnosis with non-Hodgkins lymphoma while pregnant with my third child in May 2008, through to my reflections on chaotic family life as I try to pick up the pieces of my life again.
The kids are so small, and I'm working hard to keep us all safe and to stay in remission.
Stay with me - it won't be all doom and gloom I promise!
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Glastonbury
Wish I was at Glastonbury. I'll have to make do with watching it on TV. Not quite the same. How good are 'The Scissor Sisters'? Not sure they're exactly Glastonbury style.... but never mind.
I cannot help but feel that something was lost when Thatcher went after all the Crusties by wheeling out the police force from counties as far north as Cumbria. Nowadays, it's all Grammar School kids opening Moet with the bumper of the landrover while slumming it in a 5* Yurt. The whole thing is so un-English. What on earth happened to crates of Buckfast and Newcastle Brown. Where the celebration of the Solstice was turned into a proper Bacchanal, English-style.
I know! My Brother-in-law is there - him and hte mrs hired an old campervan, ditched the baby with the in-laws and are currently cavorting in the sun. God, I feel old as I build my Ikea wardrobe!
I'm a mother with three kids under eight whose demands, squabbles and general existence take up unimaginable swathes of time. I've also secretly always fancied myself as a bit of a writer - though not with much evidence to show for it - so maybe writing this will prod me in the right direction. We'll see.
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I cannot help but feel that something was lost when Thatcher went after all the Crusties by wheeling out the police force from counties as far north as Cumbria. Nowadays, it's all Grammar School kids opening Moet with the bumper of the landrover while slumming it in a 5* Yurt. The whole thing is so un-English.
What on earth happened to crates of Buckfast and Newcastle Brown. Where the celebration of the Solstice was turned into a proper Bacchanal, English-style.
I know! My Brother-in-law is there - him and hte mrs hired an old campervan, ditched the baby with the in-laws and are currently cavorting in the sun. God, I feel old as I build my Ikea wardrobe!
I hear Rolf Harris was a star - that's so funny! It looks great, especially in the sunshine - I never fancied the mud bath.
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