A kid with a strange moniker

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet..”

William Shakespeare, from Romeo and Juliet



Ah, there you are! Still here? Wow, I’m impressed.

I know, it’s been a while between posts. Let’s just say there’s been a lot going on this year, and Bec C and I have come to realise that unless you actually make cold hard cash from your blog, it tends to take a back seat when the rubber hits the road.

So where to start? Well, for now, I just wanted to tell you about the new addition to our family. Continue reading



“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.” Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room.

Well Gin, I’m not so sure.

Don’t get me wrong, I do love spring and all that it represents: new beginnings, fresh starts, a clean slate, budding life, flowers galore. But I love autumn too, and winter and summer. I’m not so sure I could choose a favourite season now. As a child, and possibly up until the last five years or so, summer was the outright winner for me. I still love it but, unlike Virginia, as I get older, I’m appreciating the diversity of the seasons and the qualities that each brings to our lives, experiences and senses. I love all of the seasons.

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