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Have you seen the movie Julie and Julia? It is one of my favourite movies of all time. Why? Well, it involves food, writers, recipe books, Paris and New York. It is a bit of a no brainer for me really. On Saturday night, Mr Cool and I watched it again. I just love it. I love how two women in different eras share a passion for cooking. I love how they walk a similar path but use different methods {Read More}
When we lived in London. We didn’t have children. We both worked. We had London at our feet. The weekends were for exploring London. We knew that city like the back of hand. For the first few months we got to know London by the Tube Map, but after a while we realised that London was far more interesting from up on the street. And everything was so close and compact. A dream Saturday in London would look a bit {Read More}
Dear Mr Cool, Today is your birthday (in case you didn’t know), so in true BBeingCool style, I thought I would write you a letter. Can you BELIEVE how much we have been through over the past year? Oh my giddy aunt! I feel as if we have been put through the wringer, stretched out, turned upside down and now… here we are. Still standing. I can’t seem to think of anything to say other than to say, ‘Thank {Read More}
Today is Mr Cool and my 16th wedding anniversary. 1-6. 16. No matter how you write it, it is a long time!Oh, I could get really soppy about this post… So I thought I would keep it simple and write a list post of reasons why I love Mr Cool so much, to save you all from the gushiness. 16 Reasons Why I Love Mr Cool He makes me laugh – daily He has laugh lines around his eyes – {Read More}
I went on a Creative Craft Retreat on the weekend. I am not totally crafty, I do crochet a bit, I do sew a bit and I do scrap a bit. But, I don’t really identify myself by my craftiness… BUT – I did have an amazing time. I got to hang with some of my favourite peeps and I got to catch up on some scrapbooking and I met some amazing new ladies. Something kind of magical happens when {Read More}
The other day Mr Cool stayed home to be with a sick baby while I went to work in the salt mines school. So… while I was at work these are the things Mr Cool did: Dishes Washed clothes Made the Beds Folded Washing Drank coffee Had morning tea in the sun Guided BabyCool to sleep Had a nap Made himself tomato & camembert toasted wraps for lunch Drank coffee Tidied Up Did some work Sent me photos Folded more {Read More}
Do you have days when you are neither ‘Here’ nor ‘There’? I am having one of those days today. My head is somewhere entirely different to the rest of my body. For the last few years, I have spent my rationed daydream hours being in London; anitque shops in Chelsea, market in Brixton, pubs near the Tate Modern, an afternoon of art at the National Gallery. Eating ‘Open’ Fish and Chips, people watching and catching the Tube to various places {Read More}
We don’t have a dishwasher. Neither do we have a maid. Le sigh.. This means that after dinner each night, once the children are in bed, Mr Cool and I tackle the dishes. I don’t know when this started. I do know that when we were first married, we were TERRIBLE at getting the dishes done. We would be too tired, or we would put it off until after we watched ‘Ed’ on tv. There were times we had to {Read More}
So… today I am feeling … okay. I am tired. And I am so tired of being tired. So very tired of it. I remember a B of a long time ago who ran and who cooked and who had people over all the time, a B who ran around with her kids and made adventures for them. Where has that B gone? I have been tired since about September last year. At first I thought it was just that {Read More}
Miss Z wanted to buy something at the grocery shop. I was in a hurry. She only had 50 cents. She wanted a Barbie. She wanted a lolly. She wanted bubble mix. I said no to everything. In a moment of panic, she spotted a box of chalk and asked if she could have that. I was about to say no {I am wired to say no, I really need to get over this} and then thought, well, sure! It {Read More}
