real family life

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?).

Steer clear of smug Facebook updates

Steer clear of smug Facebook updates

We've had the best couple of weeks. The sun shone, we visited family, went out with friends, the boys started to show signs of going beyond tolerating each other and venturing in to actual liking each other territory, I finally got on top of all my blog work and other writing projects, Paul and I popped to the pub for a child-free lunch, and I managed to read two whole magazines without any interruptions or needing to move the laundry from the washing machine to the tumble dryer. I even went so far as to post a smug Facebook update along the lines of being on top of life for once. That was my undoing, wasn't it? And so it all began to unravel.