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Tales of every day life

Tales of every day life

In just over a week, I will have been writing this blog for four years. Four whole years of putting fingers to keyboard and sharing stories, situations, interests and interiors. Go back further than that and I used to write the occasional post on another blog about the highs and lows of living abroad - it doesn't exist any more so I can't point you in its direction, sorry.

And way before that, in my pre-baby days, I worked on setting up blogs and writing posts for one of the biggest companies in the world (my speciality was penning encouraging words of wisdom on behalf of male Vice Presidents, mostly German but sometimes American, and often in their mid 50s ... niche, right?).

The joy of faffing

The joy of faffing

I've never quite understood why faffing is generally seen as a negative thing. Of course, it's infuriating if it's your children doing it 27 seconds before you have to leave the house of a morning ... EVERY MORNING (please tell me it's not just my two). But those 'joyful' moments aside, isn't it so nice to idle away a few minutes here and there switching photos from one frame to another, choosing new prints for your dressing table, deliberating which candle to light next, or simply moving a vase or two from one room to another ... and then back again when you realise that you liked them just where they were?