Tipping Point

One thousand and five days you were here
One thousand and five days you've been gone
I knew I would mark this day, if only in thought
I worked out when it would come

It has been taunting me and now it is here
A day that means something and nothing, yet something
This is the tipping point
And I don't like it.

Pickle compliments

'You are my favourite Mummy. If I was in a shop I would pick you.'

Thank you sweetheart. I love you too. x

Cinema heaven

We took Pickle and Wotsit to the cinema for the first time on Saturday. In years to come, I wonder if they'll be embarrassed that their first trip to the cinema was to see The Princess and the Frog!

Pickle was initially a bit apprehensive about the dark and one of the trailers nearly had him heading for the exit but he settled in when the film got underway and was mesmerised throughout. He managed not to be scared by the voodoo shadows and was really excited when the frogs became human again. Wotsit was equally transfixed and loved the music. But if I'm honest, I think he enjoyed the popcorn the most. He fell asleep 20 minutes before the end and gently snored. I wanted to capture that moment (hence the post) - Wotsit on my lap and Pickle snuggled in. It was a very good moment.

If you get the opportunity, Go Ape

It's so much fun. Surprisingly, given my previous post, flying through the air on a zip wire or a tarzan swing in the tree tops is brilliant and not at all scary. I am behaving in a slightly evangelical fashion about it and want everyone to give it a go if they get the chance. And I want to do it again. It was great to be oustide (rain threatened but held off), doing something a bit different and getting some exercise without even realising it (but my stomach muscles are well aware of it today).

And that is how I celebrated my 37th birthday. (Well that and a few glasses of wine!)