
This weekend, Little Miss and I had our first ever girlie weekend as our boys went to visit Grandad. Following his illness at Christmas and the realisation that Grandad is more frail than before, we have talked lots and tried to make our visits a little easier and relaxing for him. We’ve decided that Mr S will either take just take one child to visit or we will all go up and stay in a hotel. This weekend the boys went up and Little Miss and I had a special time together at home.
Recently I’ve felt that our time together is changing, we are talking about more grown up things, music, fashion etc.. This weekend was full of sparkles, a little shopping trip, watching and singing musicals, reading together, a pampering spa, dinner in a lovely Thai restaurant, grown up activities which just felt right. This is becoming such a lovely age, even if Little Miss is always after my phone to pretend its hers, mobiles and ear piercing are becoming big topics for discussion (our agreement is a mobile when she goes to secondary school and she’s allowed her ears to be pierced this summer)
After Little Miss’ ballet class on Saturday, we drove over to our county town to enjoy a browse around the shops before finally going to see The Greatest Showman. Its been on our must see list for months and we were so pleased to finally see it, we’ve been playing the soundtrack for weeks. The atmosphere at the cinema was brilliant, it was sold out and there were a lot of mums and daughters of all ages enjoying an early mothers day treat. After the film, we chose a Thai restaurant for tea. It is a pleasure to dine out with Little Miss, she loves her food and is so adventurous and interested in food. We found a gorgeous Thai restaurant and Little Miss was a hit with the staff, they were delighted by her interest in the food and willingness to try new dishes. The food was so good and she was a very amusing dinner date.
On Sunday, I not only got a lie in as our early riser Little Man was away but also a cup of tea in bed for Mothers day, the perfect way to wake up. We had a beautifully lazy morning, a relaxing bubble bath, taking time to style hair and experiment with different looks and simply pampering ourselves. We then took a walk down town for some fresh air and came back and took the time to cook lunch together. In the afternoon, I was so pleased to show Little Miss Grease for the first time, she had seen the local secondary school’s performance during the week so it felt the right time to introduce her to one of my favourite films, needless to say I sang (cue eye rolling!) and we both danced along to the songs and laughed a lot. I had also treated us to the new Rebel Girls book as we had loved the original, so in front of the fire, cosy under a blanket we read together. It really was as perfect as it sounds and it was one of those moments when I couldn’t believe how lucky and privileged I am to be mum to my gorgeous girl.
Whilst we both missed our boys, it was a treat to have some lovely time together and do all those special little mum daughter things together. I am so proud of my daughter and I loved our exclusive time together.

I managed to read a book this week, illness and the weather were conducive to this success. It was a fantastic read, the autobiography of the journalist and writer Hunter Davies. It appeared on my Kindle deal of the day with some rave reviews so I popped it in the basket and what a choice. Davies’ career started in the 60s and continues today so there is a great mix of social history, culture and ‘celebrity’ in the book. Its so easy and entertaining to read, you just want to keep going on to the next chapter. His love for his family and devotion to his wife, the novelist Margaret Forster shine through. It was great to read something different and a non fiction title for a change, variety is the spice of life!
Well this week it was simply about watching the weather, the snow, the skies, the sea all were mesmerising. Until I lived at the seaside I never realised the subtle daily changes in the sea and how it is never the same shade twice. The surf has been incredible on the sea this week and it has been quite hypnotic looking out to the waves. My office looks out onto the sea and there are times I just got lost in the view.
So the year when I finally aced it for World Book day, we had a snow day at the children’s school! Fortunately all the WBD events are being rearranged so the children will be able to parade in their costumes. I have a bit of bug bear about WBD fancy dress, I like to go old school and do the lets raid the fancy dress box, old clothes and mum’s accessories to create a look. I read an excellent comment that the costume shouldn’t cost more than a book and I’m pleased that we were able to do this, my only expense was £3 for the sequin fabric cut off which I have plans to reuse after WBD.

I can honestly say that I have never worn as many clothes as I did on my walk to and from work on Thursday which was the worst day for us. It was so cold, it was only my eyes visible hidden under hats, scarves, layers upon layers. I mistakenly took my glove off to answer my phone and seriously thought i was going to get frost bite, it was so cold. On the way home, I walked through crazy snow conditions, snow, wild winds etc.. it was scary and took 40 minutes rather than the normal 15. As I wrote in my last blog post snow days aren’t an option at our school so we all try really hard to get in. I felt like a proper explorer, ruck sack with supplies, lots of clothes etc..
When I was poorly in bed I listened to a radio 4 play, An Instinct for Kindness, a true story of a woman’s journey to Dignitas. It was superb, sad, thought provoking and very dignified. Its well worth a listen.

So this should have been a little post tonight about World Book day and the fun we had dressing up in our costumes. However, the children never got the opportunity to dress up today as we had a snow day! Snow is really rare where we live and the last significant snow was in our first few months as a family in 2010, so a snow day for the children is a rare treat.









