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Showing posts with label Daughters. Show all posts
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Thursday, 9 June 2016

Two Graduations, 8 days and 1000 Miles

1000 miles, 8 days, 2 graduations, twins, happy mumIf there was one thing I hadn't anticipated with twin daughters at universities 375 miles apart, it was the possibility that they might both graduate during the same week. This should have been no surprise, since they started university on the same day back in September 2013 and have been challenging their parents with problem solving conundrums ever since.

We had known Olivia's graduation date for some time, but Sophia's uni were more elusive and refused to divulge dates until April. The thought of not being able to attend both ceremonies made me want to curl up and have a good cry. I compared it to having to choose your favourite child. In the end, it was Mr A who sat me down and suggested that I go to Olivia's, and he would go to Sophia's.

I was so happy when we finally received the news that we could all attend both ceremonies. I hastily started scribbling plans for our hectic week in September... booking hotel rooms and emptying our diaries.

If all goes to plan in September this will happen...

On either the 2nd or 3rd September, (she can't remember which day - bless!) we'll drive to Heathrow to pick up Sophia after her summer working in the US. This involves a round trip of 250 miles.

On the 5th September, we'll drive 250 miles south with Olivia and a possibly still jet lagged, Sophia and stay in a hotel for 2 nights. Olivia's graduation is on the 6th at 5:30pm. We are probably going to celebrate the night before however, as we're on the move again the following day.

We check out of the hotel after an early breakfast and drive the 250 miles home. Maybe there will be time for lunch before we leave (again), travelling 125 miles east to stay at a different hotel for 2 or possibly, 3 nights.

Sophia's graduation is at 10:30am on the 8th September. We'll attempt to party for the rest of the day and if this doesn't happen (because we're asleep), there's always the 9th. 

I've worked out that in the space of 8 days, 3 of us will have travelled 1000 miles. The 4th member of the family, Sophia, will have travelled 6000 miles if you include her flight.

To add to the mayhem, Mr A and my mother celebrate birthdays on the 9th September. My mother turns 70 this year and dearly wishes to attend both graduations. Who knows if we'll get enough tickets? Fingers crossed.

One thing's for sure though... I will be one incredibly proud mum and couldn't be happier that I can attend both daughters' graduations.

This wasn't anything I contemplated back in the day when we arrived home from hospital with our daughters, placed the two of them on the sofa in their car seats and wondered what we were supposed to do next?

Olivia and Sophia Anderton, twin babies

Almost twenty-two years on I'm still looking for answers.
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Tuesday, 10 May 2016

The Week That Was... 9th May 2016

Daisies, Blue SkyAfter another busy week, we were treated to some rare, but welcome warm weather at the weekend. I'm hoping that this is just the start of a fabulous summer ahead. It was lovely to see so many people out basking in the sunshine and taking the opportunity to explore the great British countryside. The evenings were heavy with the scent of last-minute barbecues and here, the first Pimms of the season was enjoyed in the garden. Today, the rain has returned with a vengeance. Here's hoping it won't be too long until the clouds disappear and we can get on with making the most of summer.

This was my week...

Sudeley Castle
As the weather was glorious, we chose to ignore the mountain of monotonous tasks requiring our attention last weekend and ventured out to visit Sudeley Castle in the Cotswolds instead.

Sudeley Castle, the Cotswolds

The castle was built in the 15th century, possibly on the site of a 12th century castle and is surrounded by ten beautifully laid-out gardens. The chapel, St Mary's, is the burial place of Queen Katherine Parr, sixth wife of King Henry VIII.

Queen Katherine Parr, Tomb, St Mary's, Sudeley

It's a fascinating place to visit and comes highly recommended.

The Promise of Happiness by Justin Cartwright. This was a gift from my daughter and looks promising so far. It's perceptive and features lots of amusing observations about a family in crisis. I can't wait to see how it ends.

Both daughters are working hard on dissertations and final pieces of work for university. Parcels filled with treats were dispatched recently - containing sweets from their favourite sweet shop in town, sachets of hot chocolate for windswept beach walks and cold evenings spent camping at a rowing event. Plus cookies and breakfast biscuity things perfect for pulling all-nighters in the library. Final letters from home featuring nonsensical news and motivational words were posted yesterday.

I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of my daughters.

How did the last 3 years at university go so quickly I wonder?

Holiday 2016
And finally, the holiday is booked... after much trawling through the internet last weekend in search of the perfect vacation for 3, (yes, you did read that correctly). Sophia's going to work for Camp America again this summer, so we offered to take Olivia along. It's been a while since we've taken a holiday with either daughter, but I'm looking forward to spending time with my eldest. We settled on a week in Sorrento at a hotel that's right in the centre of town.

Today, it's 63 days and counting. Not that I'm keeping tabs.

The Week Ahead...
I'm looking forward to Music Night on Friday and Eurovision on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. For Eurovision 2016, I'm hoping for lots of cheesy, eccentric entries and will probably be tweeting live throughout. I hope to see a few of you on Twitter on Saturday night. You know the rule about not tweeting after wine? Well this goes out of the window for Eurovision as I suspect that everyone's having a party on there.

It's amused me that the US will get to see Eurovision broadcast live for the first time this year. I can't wait to see what they make of it.

Well that's about it for this week. Wishing you all a wonderful week ahead whatever you're up to.

Copyright ©2016 Izzie Anderton
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Sunday, 17 April 2016

Let there be gin...

Happy, Smiles, Cartoon, FacesIt's been a quiet week in the Anderton house and I'm guessing it will pretty much stay that way until daughter, Sophia comes home again at the beginning of June.

I've agreed to cover extra hours at work during the next 2-3 months and also had to turn down a couple of offers of work. This last week has been all about getting organised for the weeks ahead and by Friday night I was fast asleep on the sofa by 9pm. I am enjoying both jobs so much that I don't want to have to choose between either of them.

This was my week...
The randomness of Twitter
Twitter in all its nonsensical brilliance made me smile on Tuesday. In one tweet a famous author and philosopher liked a tweet I'd posted about his latest book release, in the next I was tweeting a pug from across the pond. It's impossible to make these things happen, but when it does, I am reminded of just how much I love social media, (especially Twitter) and all its eccentricities.

Let there be cake, gin, chocolate and flowers
My gorgeous mother-in-law was 87 on Monday. As always her gifts included gin, tonic, flowers and chocolate. They are the only things she truly loves to receive. Hence, this is what I buy for her each and every year.

Let there be gin

On Saturday
We woke up to find it was snowing heavily; fortunately it didn't stick around for long! In the evening, we had guests over for dinner. For once I made the effort and cooked everything from scratch. I made teryaki salmon and rosemary pan-fried potatoes with broccoli and carrots for main course, followed by tiramisu and buttermilk cupcakes for dessert. I am one very messy cook. Fortunately there are no photos to prove this.

I haven't been shopping in ages. But I did order a new suitcase for daughter, Sophia this week in anticipation of her trip to the US in the summer. After much deliberation, we found one in her signature colour, red. I'm hoping this one will last longer than the one we bought last year which came back trashed!

At 7:10am on Monday, I received a call from my eldest daughter. She was working at a newspaper last week to get some journalism experience ahead of leaving university. There had been a thunderstorm on Sunday evening, this had caused a disruption to the power supply, as a result her alarm didn't go off the following morning and each of the clocks in the house read a different time. By some miracle she made the 7:50am train and arrived at work with minutes to spare. You can guess who rang her each morning for the rest of the week?! 

Favourite blog post
My favourite post for this week comes from Sarah over at Mum of Three World with her bittersweet post about children growing up and no longer wanting to spend time with their parents. I was reminded of the phase with my own children and can remember feeling like an unwanted toy. You can read Sarah's brilliant post here: School holidays are crap.

Motherhood, illustration

Well that's about it for this week. Have a great week whatever you're up to x

Copyright ©2016 Izzie Anderton

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Monday, 11 April 2016

I haven't lost all my marbles, but there's definitely a hole in the bag

I haven't lost all my marbles, but there's definitely a hole in the bagThis week has seen one daughter, closely followed by the other leave for their final term at university. Today the house is quiet, the beds and the fridge are empty and I'm alternately missing the mayhem and making the most of peace and solitude. It will take several days to adjust, but the past week has been an interesting one and I have loved having both daughters home as it adds a certain crazy dynamic to life.

This was my week...
Music Night
On Friday we attended another fabulous music event at a local venue. This time Olivia tagged along and it transpires that she can drink her mother under the table. I guess that's what happens when you've been at uni for two and a half years and had lots of practice. I, on the other hand am losing the ability to drink even two glasses without feeling completely sozzled. Note to self: drink less.

Cooking for four, three, two
Why does it take me an age to work out how much food to prepare for dinner when the girls have gone exactly? The quote, 'I haven't lost all my marbles, but there's definitely a hole in the bag,' springs to mind. Last night I set the table for 4 and only 2 of us were home, although there may have been a sneaky addition to the table. See below...

The only baby...
We jest that the cat is the third child we never quite got around to. We adopted Kitty from a rescue centre when our daughters were just 6 and she has been an adored member of the family ever since. I'm often heard to utter the phrase, 'Just because you're a cat doesn't mean I love you any less.' Sadly, she is besotted with my husband and only humours me with her presence when he's not at home :o(

A fellow blogger posted a photo of her cat eating breakfast at the table last week. Occasionally our cat invites herself to join us and Mr A and myself (secretly) find this rather amusing - neither of us has the heart to make her get down. I joke that she's better company than some of the people we invite over for dinner.

Cat, eating, table

A proof copy of a book that's yet to be released! The Course of Love by Alain de Botton - Review to follow very soon (I hope).

Happiness is 49 flavours
When I was little I remember owning a pencil case featuring Snoopy holding a multicoloured ice cream cone and the quote, 'Happiness is 49 flavours.' Back in the 80s - I was dumbfounded that there didn't appear to be anywhere near that number of varieties available in the small provincial town where I grew up. As an adult, I'm still rather partial to ice cream and only too happy to test out a new flavour. Last week while out on a walk with my daughter we spied Ferrero Rocher ice cream and in the interests of research, we had to try it out. I'm happy to report that it was rather delicious. Nothing however, has beaten the dizzy heights of 2012's Pimms & Strawberry ice cream. If you happened to spot a blogger and her daughter dodging rain showers while attempting to devour ice cream cones in Shropshire last week, it was probably us.

More happy news...
There was a small whoop of joy in the Anderton house on Tuesday. Daughter, Sophia rang to tell us the date of her graduation and it transpires that yes, we will be able to attend both daughters' ceremonies in September. It won't be easy as they're 375 miles apart - but it is going to happen.

I have no idea who nominated my blog for Best Writer category in The Mad Blog Awards, but thank you so much. I wasn't even displaying a badge and was very surprised to receive a tweet on Friday.

Favourite Blog Post
I haven't featured a favourite blog post for a while, but this was an incredible read from Tattoed Mummy this week: Dads are rubbish at housework and parenting. The title (which is not what it seems) resonated well with my own experience of going back to work when my daughters were small and leaving my husband in charge. Pop over for a read if you haven't already. 

That's about it for this week. Here's to another awesome week whatever you're up to...

Copyright ©2016 Izzie Anderton

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Monday, 28 March 2016

Sooty, Storm Katie and Sleep Deprivation

SootyIt's been mayhem in the Anderton household since Friday. Actually, Friday evening wasn't too bad. Mr A and myself escaped to a local Indian restaurant and went to comedy night with friends, leaving the girls home alone. This was pre-arranged before dates were discussed for the girls' return from uni. I may have had one too many glasses of wine and wondered why, when I'd gone out a few weeks ago and only managed a packet of crisps for dinner, I felt more human than I did when I arrived home this Friday.
Having lost her voice completely since she came back, I resorted to calling Olivia, 'Sooty' at the weekend. She's had to tap people on the shoulder before whispering what ever she needed to convey. Yesterday's family lunch for 8 was hilarious as she persuaded her sister to order her meal and answering questions was a bit like Chinese whispers.

Later that afternoon, I watched The Boat Race with daughter, Sophia, who's a keen rower, Olivia meanwhile, decided to take a bath. She was in there for so long, that after an hour I went upstairs to check she was OK. Sophia poked her head out of the lounge and shouted, 'Had you better check she's alright?'

'Well I would ask,' I said, 'but she's lost her voice.' In the end, I asked Olivia to tap the side of the bath if she was OK. She was fine.

After watching the final episode of The Night Manager, last night's sleep was filled with nightmares as Storm Katie passed by and rain lashed the windows. I woke up several times fearing the worst for our leaky roof. Tonight, there will be no wine, or nightmare-inducing TV - instead I'll watch a cartoon before bed and have a hot milky drink.

It's now Monday and both daughters have escaped from the house and gone for a walk; out into a day that's threatening rain and blowing a gale. One has my walking boots, the other borrowed a coat. 'Mum, would you mind locking the door?' This is daughter-speak for the house keys are still at uni somewhere. Maybe? Who knows?

'No,' I said, 'I don't mind at all.' Grateful thoughts filling my head at the possibility of a couple of hours peace after a sleep-deprived night.

'You look just like the cat when she's about to do something mischievous,' said Sophia as I appeared at the front door.

'Really?' I said, taken aback that she might suggest such a thing. I struggled for a second, to come up with a suitable response.

'I was just thinking you've asked me to lock the door, but there was no mention of letting you back in.' I said with a smirk, before adding, 'Only kidding. Love you.'

Later I may go out for a walk, but not until the girls are home obviously, as they won't be able to get back in the house if I'm not here.

You'll be pleased to hear that 'Sooty' has made a full recovery and that makes her mum very happy indeed.

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Friday, 18 March 2016

No Photos Please...

No photosThis is a post I've been meaning to write for a while. I've done a lot of blog reading this week and it was refreshing to find a fellow blogger who doesn't like having her photo taken. Thanks Debs for your honesty and inspiring me to finally get around to writing this. You can read Deb's original post here if you wish.

As bloggers I guess we're supposed to feel comfortable in front of the camera. I'm filled with admiration for those who are happy to smile and post their picture-perfect snaps online. I only wish I could be so relaxed and happy to join in.

It's just that I really don't like photos with me in them. Never have. Never will.

That explains why there are exactly 4 photographs of me on the entire blog. Instead, you're more likely to find pictures of me disappearing into the distance...

Luxemborg gardens, Paris

Or admiring something in a window...

Laduree, Macaron, Paris

This is the best my husband can manage.

I'm confident in all other aspects of life - I have lots of friends, I'm happy to socialise in groups and also enjoy my own company. At work, I talk to the teens in my charge about anything and encourage them to be the very best they can be. Nothing really fazes me all that much to be honest.

Get a camera out though, and chances are I'll do a runner.

My daughters on the other hand, photograph beautifully. As I'm usually the one behind the camera - this provides the perfect excuse to avoid being photographed at all - yay! I don't however, have permission to post photos of them on the blog - that is their decision to make and I am more than happy to respect it. There are snaps of my daughters all over the house though, and they are truly lovely.

Over the years I've done this...

1. Accidentally 'borrowed' memory cards and deleted any images that have me in them. Family are becoming wise to my antics and have learnt to email one another with the photos before I can get my mitts on them.

2. For years my photo ID for work was concealed by a photo of our cat - fortunately no one noticed.

3. The bio photo for the blog was taken on a professional photo shoot - I loathed every minute of the experience. Over 200 photographs were taken and I struggled to find 3 that I was even remotely happy with.

And I've never ever done this...

1. Taken a selfie.

How scary is the camera on Skype exactly?! As my daughters tend to Skype late into the evening, I am sans make-up and realise that I am turning into a cross between Jabba the Hutt and my mother. Sorry Mum x

It wasn't always this way. This 1973 snap of me aged 5 is kind of OKish - but I still don't like my smile.

Izzie Anderton, aged 5, schooldays
Please tell me I'm not the only one who doesn't like being in front of the camera?

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Monday, 2 November 2015

The Lost Art of Postcard Writing

Letter writing, unexpected smilesThere was an unusual item of mail in the Anderton house last week that  made a change to the usual bills, statements and advertising junk. It was  a postcard all the way from the US in an unfamiliar, difficult to decipher handwriting. I read the thing (as you would), smiled at the content I could read and quickly put it down again - deciding that it had been delivered to the wrong address.

On the way up to bed that evening, I mentioned to Mr A that we'd received mail that wasn't ours and did he know of anyone by the name of Mr Kent, (which was how I'd read it) who lived locally? I'd racked my brain several times over and failed to come up with who it might be. It transpired that Mr A had no idea either.

The scribbled lines were filled with anecdotes and humour that I suspected only the true recipient would understand. I couldn't bear the thought of them not receiving their postcard all the way from Washington State with news from their friend or relative when such care had gone into its words - albeit in handwriting that was barely legible.

Letters and postcards seem to be a thing of the past with modern technology and it transpires that we can stay in touch from wherever we are in the world. Although that wasn't the case this summer for daughter, Sophia. There was no signal in the middle of the Oregon wilderness where she stayed for almost three months. Apart from the occasional email, I wrote to her each week with news and crazy anecdotes from home in an attempt to make the 5000 mile distance between us feel not so far away.

Doesn't that make a letter or postcard something to treasure? Will anyone hold onto a memorable email to reflect on in the years to come I wonder?

Picking the postcard up again the following morning, I finally managed to fathom out the name of the sender... it was Smudge. Next I noticed the recipient was KatKat. This was my daughter's nickname at Camp America during the summer. Staff are referred to by nickname rather than their actual name and I vaguely remembered my daughter, telling me she'd met a friend called Smudge.

Talking to my daughter over the weekend via Skype, I decided against telling her about the postcard. Instead, I've written to her and tucked the card behind my letter for her to discover for herself.

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Friday, 16 October 2015

On Raising my Daughters as Feminists

Daughters, FeministsI've raised my daughters to believe they were capable of anything. Olivia and Sophia were encouraged from a young age to experience whatever life had to offer and to adopt what worked well, and discard those things that didn't. During their childhood, it was their father who gave up work for a year as I returned to work full-time when the girls were just 3 months old. In the following years, we adjusted our work/ life balance several times over to adapt to new careers and the needs of our growing family. Gender stereotyping never came into any of these decisions and as parents, we dealt with whatever needed to be done.

As a result, my daughters see men and women as equal, and feminism is something that is ingrained in the very core of their being.

I don't know whether it was coincidence, but neither daughter was overly fussed on baby dolls, or the colour, pink. Instead, they preferred Lego, K'Nex, cars, trains and their Fisher Price garage. Outside of school, their interests included ballet, Japanese and rowing. The majority of Olivia's friends were boys, while Sophia's were all girls - I had no problem with either of their choices. Any attempt to cajole the girls into preferring traditional toys were thwarted. This caused frustration with both grandmas, who were convinced that girls should be, well.... girly. I recall my mother being especially horrified when I bought Sophia a Scalextric set for Christmas one year. It was what my daughter had asked for - what was I supposed to do?

My daughters are shocked by issues of sexism as this isn't anything they have ever experienced. They are particularly critical of how men and women are portrayed in advertising and find it hilarious that women are supposed to love housework, while men are generally categorised as hopeless in any domestic situation - obviously, neither classification is true.

In the mid 1980s when I started work, sexism was rife. It wasn't unusual to be asked about what underwear I'd chosen for the day. This was humiliating even though disguised as 'harmless fun.' Thankfully, we've come a long way since the eighties and today, the workplace is a more harmonious environment. I hope that my daughters are never subjected to sexism and believe that mutual respect for both sexes and recognition for achievements and hard work is excellent progress.

All our kids need to be taught about the issues surrounding sexism from a very young age and yet, as a mentor to teenagers, I come across many who don't believe that they have the right to respect from the opposite sex. This revelation comes as a shock after believing that we'd come so far. I'm only too happy to discuss the issues surrounding inequality, discrimination and respect with any of the kids, in the hope that they will go on to have successful relationships and pass on this valuable life lesson to their own children someday.

I'd love to hear what you think. Please feel free to share your thoughts...

Copyright©2015 Izzie Anderton

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Tuesday, 22 September 2015

The Week That Was - 21st September

This week has been all about my daughters leaving for university and it seems like no time since Sophia arrived home from the US. As a result, life has been pretty manic in the Anderton house and our time together as a family of four was lovely, but all too short. I now have to wait until Christmas to see my daughters again :o(

This was my week...

Birthday celebrations continued on Monday, with a visit to the Warner Brothers Studio Tour. As my daughters have grown up with the Harry Potter books and films, this was something they had wanted to do for a while. As I'd expected, the girls had a wonderful day.

Butterbeer ice cream comes highly recommended, although I wasn't quite so taken with the actual drink.

Note to self: the next time I book the cat in for a check-up at the vets, I'm going to have to be more resourceful and not only remember to put notices on the doors...

...but also remind the rest of the family to keep the windows closed as well! The cat spied an opportunity to scarper when Sophia opened the conservatory window. I was alerted to the fact she'd escaped, after seeing her disappear over the top of the shed while I was upstairs folding laundry. We arrived just fifteen minutes late for her appointment after I ran out into the garden and bribed her back in with a bag of Dreamies.

On Thursday I dropped Olivia off at the coach station. I was convinced that she'd loaded her bag with bricks as the two of us struggled to carry it. Mr A and myself had already moved our eldest daughter into her new house back in July, which meant that we didn't need to make the 500 mile round trip with all of her belongings. You can read about this here and here if you wish.

Saturday was all about getting Sophia packed up and ready to leave. My youngest daughter does not travel lightly and the scene at home was very chaotic indeed. Everything came together eventually.

On Sunday we were up early. All the way there I couldn't help thinking about what we'd left behind and sure enough, there were several things that needed to be replaced. This always happens. 

By the time we arrived home again on Sunday evening, it was rather late, I fell asleep on the sofa and stayed there until bedtime. I'm happy to report that Sophia's new accommodation is lovely and her new housemates, delightful. I'm optimistic that the third and final year at university for my daughters will be fabulous.

Sharing the house with daughters who are away for most of the year is bittersweet. I just get used to having the two of them around, only for them to leave all over again. Right now, the house is a little too quiet for my liking. I'm guessing this will take a week (or two) to get used to.  

Here's to another crazy week whatever you're up to...

Copyright©2015 Izzie Anderton
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Wednesday, 16 September 2015

The Week That Was - 14th September 2015

OK, so this post is late. Things have been a little crazy in the Anderton house for the past week and that will be why...

Tuesday - time spent re-acquainting Sophia with all of the fabulous music she's missed from the UK charts during the summer. Both daughters have given up hope that some day their mother will stop watching the music channels. In-between music, I tackled the washing mountain that Sophia had thoughtfully abandoned on the garage floor. As she was away for three months - this may have taken some time.

Mr A turned 50 on Wednesday and sadly, had to work :o(

Running his own business means that days off are rare. We had a Chinese takeaway and downed a bottle of wine when he finally returned home. Sophia didn't have a fortune inside her cookie and was unimpressed by the one I hastily scribbled for her...

'She who sings and dishes out hugs, makes a mum very happy.'

Later we watched Lilo and Stitch. All four of us curled up on the sofa with the cat. This is not something that happens all that often, now that both daughters no longer live at home.

On Thursday I made Olivia cry. It was my grandmother's funeral, and my daughter had the misfortune to sit next to me. I'd thought I was done with crying, but as I listened to The Last Waltz I reminisced about happier times celebrating Gran's 90th birthday and started to sob. And then, I was upset because my daughter was upset and sobbed some more.

The house was a hive of activity on Friday. I say 'hive' in the loosest possible sense - as it was only me who was crazily busy with preparations for my daughters' 21st birthday party on Saturday. By the time my daughters had crawled out of bed I'd shopped, decorated the house, cleaned and collected the cakes. For the rest of the day I may have gotten a little snappy each time somebody did something to unravel all my hard work.

The party went well on Saturday. We tried a new kind of tea in teapots - which was actually, Pimms. There were also mini scones with strawberry jam, lemon curd and clotted cream, plus tropical chocolate shards, strawberries, a profiterole mountain and two birthday cakes. There was also a proper buffet before this - but as I have an incredibly sweet tooth, the desserts were my favourite. It was so lovely to see Olivia's godmother as we don't get to see her as often as we'd like.

The girls birthday was on Sunday and we may have had a lie-in to compensate for our late night on Saturday. Mr A made French toast with blueberries and strawberries for breakfast and you know how children pick one gift and love it more than anything else? Well, Olivia loved the adult colouring book from her godmother and kept disappearing throughout the day to colour bits in. Cute or what?! Their birthday was quiet in comparison to Saturday, with various friends and family popping in throughout. The birthday celebrations however, continued on Monday with a trip to London.

Here's to another crazy week whatever you're up to...

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