A lighthearted review of Forever sun care products, as used for the first time on my recent holiday!
Now with photos! Enjoy! X
Have a relax now mummy.
For 10 minutes while I play…
I’m building you a sand castle. Don’t watch…its just for you.
Close your eyes please Mummy. When it’s finished I’ll tell you.
But the sand is just too crumbly. It won’t stand up at all.
Come and get some water Mummy…I need you. I’m too small.
Have a relax now Mummy. I’ve a bucket full as can be.
You can have 10 minutes now…my sand is all soggy.
The waters disappearing…where is it going to?
Why does it do that Mummy….I’m digging as fast as two!
Can you turn it over Mummy…in case I get it wrong?
You can relax in a minute Mummy when this castle buildings done.
Have a relax now Mummy. The castle stands proud.
You can have 10 minutes now. I’ll try not make a sound.
There aren’t any shells Mummy and the stones are…
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A cold, refreshing Peroni in the Sunset bar. Abandoned in favour of jungle boogie and movie night. But the sun is beaming down over the Mediterranean as I watch the waves billow a trail behind the boat. Showing where we have been…a track back to Cadiz if you cared to follow it...and I've been to… Continue reading One pair of sea legs…lost at gym!
Have a relax now mummy. For 10 minutes while I play… I'm building you a sand castle. Don't watch…its just for you. Close your eyes please Mummy. When it's finished I'll tell you. But the sand is just too crumbly. It won't stand up at all. Come and get some water Mummy…I need you. I'm… Continue reading Have a relax now Mummy
I have been overshadowed. Birthday wishes lost in the Facebook frenzy. Timelines rolling faster than the "new stories" flash could cope with. Outrage, disbelief, threats and name calling. I had to stop looking as I watched friends and families bickering. Disappointed at each other for using their vote and having an opinion...questioning democracy when it goes… Continue reading A few ice creams down…but room for shoes!
Today I'm cheating with this blog. I'm re-using something that popped up as my Memory of the day...a Facebook function I simply love. Reminding you of funny moments, funny faces, friends we used to laugh with, friends we still hang out with...a younger you. Posts about your night in, tags about your night out, cartoon… Continue reading A big salary won’t give you a hug..
So I did it. A very busy few weeks at work plus I finished the Clean 9 plan...and I'm pleased with myself. It's a good job I was doing it this week because my back has been very sore and to go to the gym has been out of the question. All the hard work… Continue reading No day before packing for me!
Phew. Back to the gym after a three day sabbatical. Back induced but well timed to accommodate the first few days of my Clean 9 when calorie intake is low and you feel quite tired. With day 3 comes a rush of energy…and it’s a relief to be heading to SNAP at lunchtime.
I like going to the gym. I can see why some people don’t…subjecting themselves to gruelling cardio sessions, legs and arms swinging wildly like a string puppet on the cross trainer, pedalling furiously to themselves…head down…elbows and forearms locked against the bars…poised like they are going for the yellow shirt…until the track on the iPod ends and they are still there. There. Getting nowhere. It’s hard to keep motivated.
Don’t get me wrong I actually quite like the treadmill and it’s pretty much the same story I guess…all the motion but no finish line. I’d rather be…
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Phew. Back to the gym after a three day sabbatical. Back induced but well timed to accommodate the first few days of my Clean 9 when calorie intake is low and you feel quite tired. With day 3 comes a rush of energy...and it's a relief to be heading to SNAP at lunchtime. I like… Continue reading Make mine a Matey-cino…
Meet Eric. He's a penguin...in case it's not obvious. And the result of our Sunday morning "craft in pyjamas". I don't have much input to be honest as H likes to do it her way...but I'm there to open, try to stop a spill and inevitably be on hand to quickly wipe up the glue.… Continue reading Penguin poo and a girl called Fred