Expecting…again!

There is only one word for last week and that is NOROVIRUS. I’ll say no more. It was awful.

This morning Little Owl returned to school, every possible surface name-labeled except her forehead. I’m now sat at my desk with peace to think and I hardly know where to start. It’s been a whirlwind of a summer. There’s so many things I’ve not managed to tell you about: paddling in glittering shallows at the seaside; a Rockpool Ramble with our local countryside ranger service, where we netted and marveled at shrimps, snails and even a couple of fish; our first ever crabbing expedition – we caught three but two got a way; picking blackberries to make fruit leather, a crumble and some jam; Finch’s christening. I can’t blame the school holidays for my communication deficiencies, we are due to have our third baby in February and the early stages of pregnancy have left me dazed and tired. But the first trimester fog is slowly clearing and it’s a new term – watch out everyone!