Two Little Feet

Well it took rather long to snuggle those two chubby little feet… Three years precisely. One miscarriage that I did not feel I could share with anyone for a very long time. 4 months of eating pretty much only bread rolls and apple sauce as others were enjoying lasagne, paella and all sorts of other…

Sneaky Thief Alzheimer

He first crept in our family two years back very subtly. Little things were misplaced, passwords lost, it started to be harder to do paperwork. First we blamed it on other things. Then it became harder to find the right words and the doctors confirmed the diagnosis. Then we have done research and looked for…

Sand in my shoes

There is nothing that can top a day at the beach. Maybe a day at the beach with a well stocked ice cream van nearby! One stracciatella please! Formby beach is definitely my favourite beach in the UK. It’s got the soft sand dunes, the forest paths, the sweet dogs of all shapes and sizes…

Going home

Going home feels like going to a safe harbour, wrapping yourself with a comfort blanket, the world around suddenly seems slightly less strange. It is place for no make up and all day pyjamas, grandma’s apple pie and a hot tea with lemon. And it always feels awfully short and in a blink of an…

There is always first time…

First time to visit Devon. And so I did. And I survived the five hour drive and there I finally was on Friday evening. The next day I put on my most comfy retro shoes (they look old and knackered but they are just made look old) and a comfy shirt and headed to Clovelly,…

Weekend with a Pug

I don’t know how I got myself into it but I have ended up with a pug for the weekend. Pugs should come with manuals and set of earplugs. Manuals on how to explain to him that sofa is really not a lamppost, that lost sandwiches found on the side of the road are not an afternoon snack, postmen are actually quite nice people and Saturday paper is supposed to stay in one piece. And maaan, they snore like an old sailor!…

I Should Have Been Born in California

I always think I should have been born in California. It suits me just perfect. I can imagine spending the rest of my life in flip flops. I could do exciting bikini shopping rather than dull shopping for umbrellas. I love frozen yogurt. I drink diet Coke and the flavor does not bother me. And everyone’s got a six pack in California… right, maybe not everyone…