Monthly Archives: March 2013

Things I’m grateful for……


  • Molly’s school is just FABULOUS. I thank God every time I drop her off and pick her up, for the awesome school. The facilities are top-notch. The support is unsurpassed and her teacher is AMAZING. I LUUUUUURVE the package and the whole deal. I can’t believe how subsidised the school is and how many facilities it has.
  • Aidan has settled in and is flying at his new school. Thanks to Dr Seuss he has developed a love for reading that humbles me every time I listen to him devour a book. He too has a lovely teacher. He has gone cricket mad and has become an independent boy and is loving hostel. He still misses us but we cross that hurdle as we need to.
  • With Aidan at hostel and Molly settled in at her new school, John and I have clung to each other for support. These new changes in our family have made our relationship stronger. We laugh a lot. We tease a lot. And we’re great friends again.
  • But most of all, I’m grateful for the new direction I have with Molls. John and I have a plan for her which makes us feel relieved. I’ll divulge more of this at a later stage when we’ve thrashed it out a bit more. It’s agood plan. It is perfect for Molly and her growth, and it fits in with our family.

So lots to be grateful for. My complex little family that I adore.


Food and cooking programmes…….


Lately, I feel guilty watching Come Dine With Me and all the other food programmes. This obsession with food that we have is somewhat vulgar. Especially as there are so many people starving in this world and many on our doorstep too.

I don’t know. Just a thought I had this week.

Beacon Marshmallow Easter Eggs……..


So today I’m recovering from an acute case of diarrhea. Commonly known in these parts as Gyppo Guts. On the upside…I lost 2kg’s. On the downside, I have no Fisson paste in the house and live 42kms from the nearest available stock! I don’t really want to elaborate but…..I feel rather weak.

The sad thing is, is that all the rumblings and grumblings didn’t stop me from giving a box of 48 Easter Eggs a right good going over. Yes it’s that bloody time again, when those bloody blue bunny boxes, blink at you from every corner of every shop.

They are so addictive and one is JUST NOT ENOUGH! In fact if truth be told, I don’t even know if two fistfuls are enough?

I can’t believe how expensive they’ve become. I bought the box last week and stashed it in the grocery cupboard and forgot about it.  Yesterday morning I started organising lunch and there…..”shining bright like a diamond” was the rectangular cardboard box of 48’s! And then it began….

Easter time for a chocolate addict is pure torture and exquisite bliss simultaneously. I feel vexed and torn in two.

I have to constantly remind myself of the importance of Easter. The actual meaning of Easter.