I’m not really a mani-pedi kind of person – far too much hassle. So the idea of having someone in house who is happy to paint my toenails for me should, in theory, be bliss. Not necessarily the case when the kind helper in question is Boy Two.
A late summer walk too beautiful for photos
Sun was sinking slowly and lighting the fluffy floating seeds as it went. Boy Three and I were walking home through the still, mild evening. This’ll make a lovely photo. But then, Boy Three’s hot sticky fingers squeezed mine. “Mum do you promise to hold my hand all the way home?” “Of course I do. […]
