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find home about contact the pleasures of a bank holiday monday ns may 27th, 2014 feeling zero guilt about sitting on various soft furnishings around the house, reading all day, because it’s raining. first, the remnants of the saturday guardian, and then, after receipt of a parcel from amazon, two books. absolute bliss. listening to the noble boy read a stack of books next to me on the bed, and surreptitiously breathing in his puppy-dog-scented hair. going to the gym first thing in the morning and feeling smug for the rest of the day. i went to the gym! on a bank holiday! in the rain! that is dedication that deserves a reward, i tell myself later as i reach for the biscuits. watching the lego movie and spending the rest of the day bursting into refrains of ‘everything is awesome!’ sure beats that piece of crap ‘let it go’ rubbish from frozen. playing ludo with noble boy. losing gracefully. spending an hour trying to figure out how to make my new haircut look like how my hairdresser styled it in the salon. failing miserably, shrugging, and finally sticking some hair grips (bobby pins) in it to keep it out of my face. this is the extent of my hair-styling skills. watching the mad men mid-season finale once the kids are in bed, after i’ve stuffed myself with penne puttanesca. watching the news after that, and discussing the week’s current events with noble husband. realising all i’ve done today is work out, eat, read, and watch tv. everything is awesome! having a giggling fit at nh’s expense when he can’t get his bedside light off, then enduring a pseudo wrestling match and more laughing while we try not to wake the kids. drifting off to sleep feeling deeply contented. sod the sun — rainy days are my favourite days. family , home and hearth comments off diy deficiency ns november 5th, 2013 (this post is for k and n from the cc massive — you know who you are. thanks for the inspiration and kick up the backside to dust off the ol’ blog). the noble husband and i are both hopeless at home repairs. this house (and any house we live in) has a perpetual list of diy tasks that need doing but which have been relegated to the homeowner graveyard called when i have time, money and motivation. but the truth is, we just cannot be bleedin’ bothered and are useless at home maintenance. to be fair, nh is not too bad at screwing things into walls (don’t even go there, you dirty-minded heathens) and i’ve become a dab hand at fixing the leaky toilet and stripping wallpaper, yet we have not bothered to put a proper cover over the exposed lock on the bathroom door since we moved in…six years ago. it almost seems a point of principle not to do it now. what would it say about us if we up and bought a lock cover for the door and our guests starting thinking we were all fancy and stuff? i don’t want anyone to think i’ve abandoned my roots and gone tory just because i once thought it would be nice to have a door handle to grasp upon leaving the loo. how bourgeois. just tonight, nh was patting himself on the back for finally sorting out a new storage shelf for the fridge door after one broke awhile back. he ordered it online, picked it up from the post office depot and even slotted it into the door all by himself. i high-fived him as i admired our newfound ability to put bottles of drink in the fridge. “it only took you 18 months to sort that one out — not too shabby, mister!” he beamed with pride at his efficiency. we could never live in germany or north korea. further evidence of our laziness: we are still using the children’s toddler table (wooden table with two chairs) as our living room coffee table. the children’s curtains are currently being held up by a series of nails and electric cables, even though a brand new set of blackout blinds sit on the office floor, waiting to be hung. a few days after noble boy was born at home, we still hadn’t got ride of the biohazard-labelled and blood-stained placenta bucket in the garden, resulting in an embarrassing incident with our neighbours when we lived in the states, we had a gorgeous silver-framed mirror that we bought from a funky local shop when we first arrived and were furnishing our new apartment. it sat on the floor for three years in two different apartments, serving as a very good shoe mirror but not much else, because we never managed to prioritise buying a hammer, nails and picture wire. it finally found a respectable home with my sister when we moved back to the uk and gave her most of our possessions, where it still hangs today. the mirror had finally fulfilled its reflective purpose (reflecting faces, not feet) and is much happier for it, i imagine as i’ve been studying genetics lately on the midwifery course, i’ve begun to wonder if perhaps nh and i both have a dna link missing somewhere. is there a supplement one can take for diy deficiency? family , home and hearth , til death do us part comments (4) death and rebirth of a dream ns may 10th, 2013 i stopped writing two years ago. just like that, i stopped. after six years of solid blogging across several websites, working hard to grow my audience and hone my skills, i gave up. my journalism degree was gathering dust while i was wiping snotty noses so i put it in a box and then up in the loft, its golden embossed letters a painfully-etched reminder that i’d never made it. my blog was popular in a small niche circle but i’d come to realise that a book deal wasn’t coming, a job at a newspaper or magazine wasn’t going to fall into my lap, and the possibility of being any kind of professional writer had faded into the sunset of my 20s. i lifted my fingers from the keyboard, put the cap on the pen and deleted the feed readers, apps and tweet decks that had up to that point been daily sustenance, like air or water. i made a conscious decision to stop seeking out stories of injustice and oppression, the tales of sadness, tragedy and misery that were my bread and butter, creatively. sure, i could also write about funny and heartwarming incidents but those were mainly to do with my own life and i was becoming increasingly averse to writing too much about my family lest i contribute to their therapy bills later in life. so i stopped writing and concentrated on life’s simple pleasures, my doula business, my friends and my family. i felt an intense need to disentangle myself from the dark, overwhelming, distracting and all-consuming tentacles of the internet and the news. no more did i want to read horrific and idiotic comments on news articles, or tweet more with strangers than i communicated with my present-day, living and breathing friends. i started reading books again. i lost 15 pounds, went to a few new places, cultivated new friendships and tried to formulate new hobbies (though i never did get past learning two songs on the ukulele or three rows on my knitting needles). i chose to stroll amongst the roses and notice their sweet smell instead of their sharp thorns. yet at the same time i didn’t want to be a 30-something who never realised her dreams, morphing into a regretful woman or someone who was just happy enough. i had a supportive husband, two hilarious children who i loved with all my heart and a burgeoning business as a birth doula. i kept telling myself i should be happy with that and stop depressing myself with all the ‘might have beens’ and ‘could have dones’. but i still wanted idealism and passion and the ability to do great and wondrous things, though perhaps at something more realistic than writing [it pained me to write that sentence, let alone think it. something more realistic. pfft. i am now a caricature of a tv sitcom dad who warns his artist son or dancer daughter that they have to choose a more pragmatic career and get their head out of the clouds]. i was also drawn to returning to work in a more regular, full-time capacity, in a career that would pay the bills if i needed to support myself. while noble husband and i have a very strong marriage and

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