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The power of love…

Our children. Our lives. Our home. Horror hit my Northern Territory when a terrorist attack took place at the MEN Arena. All I have been thinking is, this our place, Maggie’s place, our memories, our future. How can I shield her from all these atrocities? I can’t. But I can allow her to see the love. The love, the power of how we have come together, the strength of the Northern people, the power of light over darkness. And that is something every child should know. Love. No matter what. Conquers all.

Home is on the menu…

Home. What does it really mean? To me it’s my very own sanctuary where I love to be, a place where I feel safe, happy and of course, can eat with my family and friends! Moving house is bloody tough right? And not just that, it’s one of thee, hands down, most emotional things I’ve ever done. Or maybe that’s just the realisation that I’m moving out of Mums (again) and she will no longer be doing my washing… Either way, I’ve cried a lot but it’s finally all coming together. Over the last few weeks I’ve been digging out mine and Mr. GTMHTC’s memories from the past five years and letting them fill up our home. We’ve got menus from nearly everywhere we’ve been in the world and tickets, maps, paper bags and artwork from all sorts of places. Above: We always go to Rosa’s Thai cafe when we visit London. The ginger drink there is my absolute favourite! I’ve framed some, I’ve stuck some and I’ve collaged some. Above is a menu from …

A Sunday well spent brings a week of content…

Home. A place you can’t wait to leave when you’re young and impatient to do everything at once. Off you go thinking you’re grown up only to realise five years down the line, home – most of the time – really is where the heart is. There have been many times when I’ve absolutely craved to be back in Australia, fantasising about dipping my toes in to those crystal blue waters and our lazy beach Sundays. But you know what? There are so many ways we can do Sundays right here, at home in Clitheroe. Yesterday we took Maggie May to Clitheroe Castle park just behind our house – the Castle being an attraction which brings tons of tourist to our lovely little town. Right there. On our doorstep. After swinging her until she laughed like a maniac, I needed cake. Which is kinda what my life consists of now. I always need cake. Motherhood eh? The Atrium cafe is right at the top of the castle grounds overlooking the whole town and valley. On …

We’ve bought a house!

I guess the first thing to say is sorry! Sorry I’ve been distant and neglecting you all but it’s been one hell of a month, let me tell you. But I do have some exciting news… We’ve bought our very own, first house!  I feel really proud of everything and as for the sold sign above my front door, well that can bloody well stay because yep, I, ME, WE bought it with our very own money and I want everyone to know. Right come on, “What about the fooooood?!“, I hear you sigh.  Well yes, a ha! My very own kitchen that belongs to me which I can mess up and decorate just as I please. So once I’ve found my way around my cupboards – because I’ve suddenly found myself with lots of them – I’ll whip up something to celebrate one of the most wonderful things in life: Starting family life in our new home. Welcome! 

International Women’s Day: Saying goodbye to an inspiring Grandma…

I wasn’t entirely sure whether I was going to write about the passing of my beautiful Grandmother, Vera May, but then again, it is International Women’s Day and what better way to celebrate such a lady than on an occasion like that? Plus, look a the the woman (above)! Hollywood glamour or what?! I want my daughter to look to women such as her and see that you can be strong. You can be feisty. You can take on whatever life throws at you. I wrote my first ever published article on my Grandmother – something I cherish with all my heart. It was a dream come true. The world got a glimpse in to what it was like for women in the 1940’s, when all your plans vanished before your eyes as war stole everything you were once about. She was in fashion (yep, must be where I get it from!) but it wasn’t meant to be. In 1944 she joined the Women’s Land Army, met my Grandad and as they say, the rest …

The day Maggie May had food!

Mr. GTMHTC actually looks at me like I’ve lost my mind when I say this, but I’ve been waiting for the day when I’m looking at my little Maggie May and she has food smeared across her little cheeks with a big smile on her face. Food! The thing we eat three or more times a day.  As you all know, I’ve had her in the high chair since the word go practically, allowing her to take in our meal times and see how we all laugh at one another – or stab if you just take the last roastie – and interact at the most important social occasions of our daily lives. The day was upon us. The milk just wasn’t doing it for her anymore. For gods sake she tried to grab my cheese and pickle before my very eyes. She’s ready… And bless her little chubby chipolata toes, she just took it from a spoon, smiled and reached out for more. Now that’s my gal! The fun begins here, right? I am …

Easy dark chocolate & raspberry cups…

Call me sentimental but where’s all the romance gone these days? Everyone I meet seems to have an opinion on Valentine’s Day such as, “why do we need one day to show someone I love them?” Here’s why. Because in our day to day life, we’re busy – you know, going to work, sorting the kids out, making tea, cleaning, sorting the kids out once again and somewhere in the midst of all that, probably trying to go to the gym (well not me obviously but…anyway). In all that blur that we call our daily existence, there simply isn’t time to do anything else but all of the above. We should all just lighten up. Why shouldn’t we use today to tell someone that yes, I really do love you because you know what? We will only regret not saying it more when we’re older. Why shouldn’t we use today to sit at the table together? Why shouldn’t we use this silly little marketing tosh of a day to buy someone flowers, to let them …