Thursday, 30 March 2017

The story continues

One dull day ten years ago, the story of Flying Pink Elephants began.
I can still clearly remember staring out of the window, feeling slightly unfulfilled, and deciding I liked the sound of this blogging lark.
So I was jolly well going to create one.
I had always loved writing and photography, hence blogging seemed the perfect way to combine the two.
I felt very excited, not that I thought my life was particularly exciting, but I was a fan of appreciating and recording the small stuff.
I also had a lot of time on my hands back then - living at home, a single girl with no responsibilities or commitments. Well apart from my career in publishing with its hectic press days, and then its not very busy days where I would stare out of the window feeling unfulfilled.
It was an episode where I didn't really know which direction my life was heading or when my true love would appear, yet the passion to write was burning bright.
Now I love the fact I have been able to record so many events along the way. Life changing moments such as redundancy, a new job, moving out of my parent's house into a friend's loft, meeting my future husband, moving in with my future husband, our wedding day and honeymoon, falling pregnant and Tommy arriving in this world.
Not to mention all the other bits in between - Chocolate popcorn cheesecake, an inflatable chicken slide, invisible happy dust and a physic octopus.
Let's also not forget all the friendships I have formed with people from all over this planet. Alas, as the years have passed, Instagram and real life have take over, therefore readers have dipped in and out.
Apart from my dear friend Amel. My constant reader from Finland. Last week she visited myself and London for the second time in two years.
We met in Covent Garden once again. With its quirky market stalls, live musicians and street entertainers, it's definitely one of my favourite parts of London.
It was marvellous to see her again, this time with her husband in tow. We met for breakfast then roamed around Covent Garden and the British Museum. Finishing the day at our favourite cake shop.
Thanks for staying faithful, Amel.
I'm glad I was bored on one dull day, ten years ago.
And so the story at Flying Pink Elephants continues.

Here we are again.


Covent Garden.





The British Museum.


Cake shop. Yes please! Lovely finish to the day.





Sunday, 19 March 2017

The spring fayre

Finally, winter is becoming a distant memory and friend.
Daffodils are sprouting around the village cricket green and duck pond. The blossom is appearing on the trees approaching the fifteenth century pub.
Yesterday I walked to the village shop, for fresh bread, without my big coat.
I couldn't be happier.
And the Spring fayre arrived in a neighbouring village. It's become tradition to visit it each year, come rain or shine. We sample the free food, stock up on sausages, and browse around the beautiful grounds, admiring crafts and animals.
Then we finish the day in the tearoom, cheese sandwiches and cherry and amaretto pie, discussing our day and the treasures we discovered.
Naturally I take photographs to remember the day by.

Something for everyone at the Spring fayre.


Crafts and children's books in here. Mum bought Tommy a dinosaur book and I bought him craft scissors.


Homemade cheese for mummy.


Homemade beer for daddy.


I can confirm the free samples of pizza were delicious.


Tommy loved the windmill, due to the Spider-Man colours.



And Tommy loved the farm animals.



Local craftsman showcasing their talents.

Saturday, 11 March 2017

The five minute philosopher

You may have realised by now that I am not a celebrity.
I am neither famous for being famous, nor constantly in the public eye due to my acting skills or singing capabilities. (Definitely not my singing, have you heard my vocals? They are loud but dreadfully tuneless.)
I am free to roam without autograph hunters and photo opportunists. Yes it's a normal, sometimes invisible, existence for me, and that suits me just fine.
During my normal life,  every Wednesday morning, I collect my free copy of Stylist magazine. I travel via overhead and tube line, something celebrities would never dream of, due to their chauffeurs and non 9-5 office life.
I sit on the grubby seats of the circle line, avoiding eye contact with all commuters, who are not looking at me anyway as I am no-one to them. Then I usually turn to my favourite page, The five minute philosopher.
This mentioned page is an interview type article, where the interviewer asks different celebrities the same thought provoking questions.
Questions I am often left pondering about.
So today I thought I would have a bash at these questions. Who cares if I am not famous? I am still allowed to have the same thoughts and aspirations, aren't I.
You too could have a crack? I will allow you to do so, if you so wish.
You're welcome.

What's the meaning of life?
I have often thought about this. Yes you might be surprised to hear I am quite a deep thinker, when I am not thinking about sparkly things and dinner time.
I suspect it's all about trying to be a better person and trying to make this world a better place. We all have our own personal journey, we should definitely learn, and create and experience on the way. Whilst remembering the bigger picture, and leave behind a positive impact on this world, however small or big you imagine this to be.

What's the difference between right and wrong?
Your conscience. If it don't feel right, don't do it!

Where is your happy place?
At home, with my family. I'm quite a simple, homely girl really.
I love 5pm on a Friday when I turn my lap top off (I work from home Fridays) then turn around to Tommy and say, "It's the weekend!"
I love Saturday mornings, waking up with Mark and Tommy and easing ourselves into the day with cartoons and scrambled eggs.
I love Saturday nights, fairy lights and lamps on, cooking for my family with a glass of wine.
I love Sunday afternoons, preparing a roast dinner for my family, listening and singing to George Michael.
Of course I like the great, big outdoors too. But there's something about the safe, content, relaxed feeling from home, surrounded by those you love.

Is it more important to be liked or respected?
Personally, I can't respect someone I don't like. Therefore I would have to say liked. I think like comes first, then respect. I also like to be liked.

What is your greatest love?
My family, my friends, George Michael. And chocolate.

If you could be remembered for one thing what would it be?
That I made people happy, It's important to be happy and create happiness. That and kindness. I would be honoured to be remembered by happiness and kindness. The world would be a better place if we gave and received happiness and kindness.

Does the supernatural exist?
I reckon so. There are too many stories, too many people sharing experiences. Plus I don't think this is it, I take comfort in the existence of the after life.

What is your greatest fear?
Loosing people I love. I confess to an irrational fear of this sometimes.

What lesson has been the hardest to learn?

That people you love die. I've never really accepted, forgot or understood, why my brother had to die at twenty three years old.

What food sums up happiness?
Chocolate. Particularly Cadbury's mini eggs.

What have you never understood?

Algebra.I hated maths at school, and algebra caused me so much concern. And guess what? After all that stressing and worrying it has not been necessary to use it since leaving school. Why did I waste so much time on this subject? Crazy!

What's the one thing you want to know before you die?
Did George Michael talk about me once in a Holland interview? I've been told he did, but alas I can't find the interview on the big world wide web.
I bet you thought I'd say something deep then, didn't you?
I don't want to get freaked out by dying so I don't want to know too much about what happens next. I believe we go to a good place, we will go when we are ready (I don't understand why people die young but I take a little comfort in thinking there must be a reason) and it will all make perfect sense one day.