Saturday, 23 September 2017

Look who's 40

As is tradition in our little home, the night before Mark's birthday I blew balloons, hung bunting and banner, wrapped presents and generally made the lounge fit for a birthday. And not just any old birthday, a 40th birthday. Mark's 40th to be precise.

Another birthday tradition - myself and Mark book the day off work and enjoy the day together with Tommy. This year Mark chose to spend the day in London. Which incidentally was Tommy's first journey on a train and his first trip to the capital city. (We combined special birthday and Tommy experience.)

Tommy absolutely loved his first train ride. More than the big old castle that is The Tower of London.

We spent a lovely afternoon at St Katherine's Dock. When Mark and I were courting we used to frequently visit.

Mark and I don't do birthday presents to each other, we do meals out. Here's where we ate and what we ate, in case you were wondering.

Then we watched the boats on the River Thames and walked along London Bridge.

Three days a week, twice a day, I walk past a funky bar and hotel in London and I am always curious of its contents. So we decided to enter location. Tommy loved it as it had lots of old toys and weird things to play with. And lots of different areas to play hide and seek! You're never too old to play hide and seek as far as I'm concerned.

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Educating Nikki

The thing with working alongside academics is, it's easy to feel somewhat disillusioned towards your own life achievements.
For example, it's my responsibility to assist with publishing their books, including their back cover biographies. Therefore, I am continually reminded of the magnificent accomplishment of others.
I also have to constantly remind myself that these academics are not your average human beings.
They are the scientists, the inventors, the mathematicians of life.
They boast letters after their names, with an education to the highest standard.
They have previously published numerous books and journals.
They are the owners of successful companies, directors and chairmen of others.
They are very clever.
I know I should not compare myself to an academic. Yet I have often struggled with pondering over my own cover biography.
But what the heck, I thought I'd go ahead and write it anyway. You know, just in case I should acquire one.
And here it is.

Nikki was educated at Gaynes school in Essex. Here her favourite subjects were English, Art, and Home Economics. Even if she felt her English teacher asked her too many question to coax her into class discussions, her Art teacher scared her when he shouted and asked people to count the bacteria on the wall, and her Home Economics teacher called her You With The Hair, which she never lived down from her peers.
She wasn't a role model by any standards, she wrote her name over her school badge and was given detention twice, once for writing on a desk, and once for laughing too much.
A lover of books she wore her librarian badge with pride, but also admitted she decided to become a librarian, with her friend, so they could sit in the library during rainy lunch breaks and eat cola bottles.
Nikki left school at the tender age of fifteen, after attending an interview at a local publishing house before her maths exam, whilst her mother waited outside in her blue and red Samba. She was told her qualifications were not significant if she was prepared to start at the bottom and earn a very basic salary. Unfortunately the company closed a year later, and she was made redundant with the rest of her colleagues. Here followed a pattern, she was unlucky enough to be made redundant a further three times. She also worked for a pornographic publishers but she would rather not dwell on that.
Her claims to fame are being interviewed for a local newspaper, the Romford Recorder, for an article on Essex Girls (but was very disappointed that they managed to mix up the details on the photographs of her and friend) and appearing on the television show, This Morning, discussing baldness (she has no idea why she gave a thumbs up and quoted, "Here's to baldness!" at the end of her discussion).
Her proudest achievements are marrying a decent man (after a long record of love disasters), her son Tommy, and tracking down George Michael's house and waiting outside until he appeared and smiled at her. She will be eternally grateful she managed this before he sadly passed away.

So what do you think, does it work for you?
On second thoughts, don't answer that.

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

The one where Katy was pregnant

I think this year's Cornwall holiday will be remembered as the one where Katy was pregnant, with the first girl in the T family for over 100 years. I kid you not.
Or it might be remembered as the year Will fell on the long toy truck, and suffered a black eye, bruising, and a dodgy neck. The poor lad spent the rest of the holiday with his neck at a strange angle.
It could also be the one where we all got pied with double cream in our faces, thanks to a very funny after dinner game.
Perhaps even the year we bought blue lobsters.
Or the year it rained a lot, but we still managed the beach every day. And we are proud of that.

This year's holiday home.

St Ives scenes, with Tommy and Will.

We spent a lot of time at the St Ives beaches.

We also enjoyed one morning at the farm and visited Mark's mum's memorial bench. Oh and played pie face.

We dined in our favourite restuarants.

Plus, I got to see my friend Sarah who lives a not too far away car journey. We had lunch together, then vacated to a splendid hotel for cocktails, and Tommy played in the soft play area. All in all, it was another fantastic year.