tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44774110446819859112012-01-16T21:12:00.295ZThe gentle musings of a thirty-something mother of twoImogenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837870690833238782noreply@blogger.comBlogger791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477411044681985911.post-22256696233554511812012-01-07T11:44:00.000Z2012-01-07T11:44:38.012Z

I know it's not 2011 anymore, and this blog post is therefore significantly late BUT I did want to tell you about the last performance I saw in 2011 because it was so much fun! I went with my daughter to see a musical suggested to me by a friend for a bit of family fun, and it really did deliver. The show, Tonight There is a Star, was performed by St Philip and St James Church Drama Group at the

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Here is a Christmas message for all you wonderful people out there who regularly read and comment on my blog. Thank you for your encouragement, loyalty, and enthusiasm. Have a very warm, merry, joyous Christmas.

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I'm quite an old fashioned girl at heart and am very partial to traditions, especially ones passed down through generations. Christmas is full of them and as well as taking on my own family's special ways of doing things we are creating new customs, ones that I hope my children will remember and enjoy for years to come. Each year we get a couple more decorations for the tree which have been

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This spot - the radiator spot is all about sharing the brilliance, kindness and compassion of others. Historically I have stuck to strangers who have surprised me with great acts of kindness but I am giong to buck the trend today and tell you a story about a friend who left me absolutely gobsmacked, and becasue that doesn't happen very often, I felt I ought to share it with you.  So those of you

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I feel that I have really sucked the goodness out of autumn this year, It started with a trip to the Botanical Gardens with my family, Which was followed by a girly day out at Westonbirt Arboretum  Then Concluded with a romantic wander around Stourhead with my beloved. In between we have been crunching through leaves locally and Wowing at the gorgeous colours as we drive by And of course watching

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For those of you who are new to the blog, I shall briefly fill you in! I started a new feature at the beginning of the year where the plan was to experience a live performance once a month and share it with you. It started off as very much being focused on local performers in local spaces which went well for about 5 months but then I veered off track by seeing shows which were still performed in

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I had a friend who lived overseas in a hot climate for a number of years She loved the lifestyle and the temperatures But what drew her back to England Was the need to experience the seasons once again She missed the really obvious transitions from one season to the nextI can understand that   I love Spring; the fresh hope and joy that it brings, But equally I am quite fond of Autumn. Spring is

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When I first discovered the world of blogging I felt like I had opened a door to a whole new world. So many people sharing so many thoughts, opinions and ideas. I actually didn't know where to start it was so overwhelming but at the same time I didn't want to miss anything. Some blogs I inadvertently stumbled upon, some I was on a very specific mission to find. Anyway, it has now been about 3

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I am very aware that I haven't shared any radiators with you recently, that is people who radiate exceptional warmth and love voluntarily and for no ulterior motive, just because of who they are. So I want tell you about an amazing group of people who supported and encouraged me throughout the early hours of the morning. A couple of weeks ago I took part in a sponsored midnight walk to raise

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Can you describe a vegetable as being cute? If you could, here it is. My sister-in-law brought these round courgettes from her allotment for us at the weekend and they are going to be eaten tonight. It signals the start of the squash season which I love, not so much from an eating point of view but from a visual perspective. Squashes come in such a vast array of shapes, sizes and colours no one

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So many people have told me about the wonder of the Gower Peninsular, south of Swansea. So much so that it has become a bit of a pilgrimage for me to go and see for myself. A couple of years ago I bought the ordinance survey map for the area and felt as though I was getting nearer to setting my feet on this awesome ground. This year it finally happened. Over the August bank holiday we went and

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  We have just returned from exploring part of the Gower, here is a selection of twinkly, happy and wonderful things that caught my eye. For more images check out my Flickr Profile WoodfordsWork.

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One of the great things about being married to a Cornishman is that he still has friends and family in Cornwall, hurray! So we can visit and be assured of a bed anytime of the year. Wonderful. Having said that we haven't been to Cornwall for  a while so it was amazing to go back this summer and see it all with fresh eyes. Here is my top 10 of Cornish delights for 2011. © Jason Woodford 1.

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I have recently returned from a wonderful week away camping with about 14,000 other people at Shepton Mallet Showground. Glamorous it is not but uplifting - I cannot begin to tell you. If you paint the picture of the realities of the scene I squirm with discomfort but actually when you're there living it, then it just works. Hundreds of people sharing small amounts of toilets and showers, no

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I've had that end of term feeling this week. Every summer, every year it's exactly the same thing and yet still it catches me unawares. The final day of term strikes and as I am walking away from the school gate the realisation hits, another year of school done, another year of moving onward. I think the passing of education is a way of marking time and a movement of them forwards towards the

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I have always had a personality type whereby I like to try everything, and not stay doing the same thing in the same way endlessly! I love every day to be different. This is why I love to travel and explore and experiment. However, the arrival of children and the birth of my family has caused me to slow down and taught me the value of tradition, routine and discipline. I don't profess to be a

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Often amongst the trials, tribulations and sadness of life there is great joy but it was all so closely entwined this weekend. On Friday it was the funeral of a good friend, which was so desperately sad, and marked a life cut far too short by great tragedy. A wonderful tribute was shared by one of her oldest and closest friends. The friend claimed that she often said she was "Sunshine and Showers

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Ok this next performance is neither local or small, but I just wanted to tell you about it anyway. I love music and I love live music but the concert I went to this week was on a whole new scale of BIG. I went, for the first time ever to Wembley Stadium to see Take That. Well, I went really to see Robbie Williams but having the other Take That boys thrown in was an added bonus. It was of course

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I'm sorry if my last blog post worried you, I had a couple of emails from you gorgeous, caring people expressing concern I want to assure you all that my family and I are all OK I don't have any further announcements to make. Everything that happened was close to home but not that close. So, life shuffles onwards, we pick ourselves up and keep moving. Summer has arrived and we are all soaking

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We have had some really sad news this weekend, tragically sad.In my quiet grief this song kept coming to mind and so I tracked it down.I just keep listening to it again and again and again."And even when I'm caught in the middle of the storms of this lifeI won't turn back I know you are near."

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Every garden has a story, every plant, every feature, every structure will have been given, bought and  placed for a reason and a purpose. We left a very rich story of a garden last summer when we moved, roses planted in remembrance, private graveyards for family pets, trees that were climbed and fruit bushes that had blessed us abundantly. We are now creating a different story in our new garden.

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This week I went with my daughter to the Forum in Bath to be part of the experience that was the Song for Bath Grand Final. The history is thus: the competition was launched in October of last year, there were 92 entries by the closing date in March. 10 finalists were chosen, all of whom performed for our delight this Thursday (2/6/11). It was a great evening, 10 completely different songs all

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I love a good picnic, better than a BBQ really. Picnics have that go anywhere feeling about them, with a picnic there's no limit to numbers and content. Our family have always been keen picnickers, from a very young age I can remember packing up the car and driving into the country, finding a suitable field opening up the basket and feasting for the afternoon.  I have to say that I was always 

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May has been a generous month as I have made it to 2 performances. It is the month, of course, of the Bath International Music Festival! The festival used to launch with a massive picnic and lots of free live music from a stage in Victoria Park in front of the Royal Crescent. When I first moved to the area I remember having some great evenings lounging, dancing, eating, drinking and then rounding

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You knew I liked flowers right? They feature quite a lot on my blog. They cheer me up and make me smile. Imagine my delight then at finding all these gorgeous flowery craft ideas in time for half term, I think my daughter and I are going to have fun! They are all ideas from the amazing girls at Little Birdie Secrets  I have such enormous respect for them as they are creatively brilliant! Ok which

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There are some people in life who are just so remarkable, so abundantly gracious, kind, forgiving, uplifting, encouraging and loving. The most amazing thing is when people are this way completley unitentionally, just because of who they are, and because of how they love. I guess we all want to be people who will be remembered with a warm grin and a cheerful anectdote. But how about being

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It all started on a cold but bright day in March, feeling it was time to share some of our nations heritage with the children we took them to see Stonehenge. What we discovered to our enormous delight was that they walked slowly and contemplatively around the site listening to the audio guide. This was a very new thing, previously we had been used to taking in structures, galleries and museums of

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Timelapse - The City Limits from Dominic on Vimeo. I love timelapse work because it gives us a view and a perspective that we can't gain in day-to-day life. This work particulalry inspired me. What do you think?

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© Robin Gay - Flickr I love books.  I ADORE books. They help you grow, they expand your mind and are the most wonderful gifts to share. I will never forget when my son really got to grips with reading, he looked at me, his eyes wide with wonder and declared "It's like entering a whole new world". And it is. It really is. I have now set up a book club which has met twice so far and has been a

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After a 2 month absence, the year in performances in back. This week after much anticipation and excitement to celebrate 13 years of marriage, Jason and I spruced ourselves up and went to see what was billed as THE THEATRICAL EVENT OF THE YEAR! This was Evita at the Theatre Royal in Bath. I have to say it did completely supersede our expectations; it was spectacular. The production was a visual

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This may seem a predictable story and a man simply doing his job but read on. It was a man acting beyond his remit and this radiator is different as it wasn't what this man did for me but what he did for someone else. Walking back alongside the main route into our city the 4 children I was with, and myself became aware of a commotion. A car had stopped in the middle of the road and was causing

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www.upi.com When Dianna and Charles were married I was a 6 year old girl watching from the window of my fathers office on the Strand. William and Catherine's union seemed to cause much anticipation, there was much discussion and there was much cynicism. However, when the day arrived I think there were few people who didn't pay at least some attention to what was occurring. I wanted my little

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Here are my flowers that I bought for 60p. Flowers are still a bit of a rare treat and I love them. The shop was closing, the flowers were tinging, so I got them for a knock down price and I loved them. They were bright and happy, cheerful and inspiring. So mesmerising, so captivating, so beguiling. Yet also so frail, so fragile and so temporary. It was only a matter of a couple of days before

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Half way through the Easter holidays, I hit a slump. There had been incidents and misunderstandings and to be honest I had got a bit stuck in my head. I don't know if this ever happens to you when everything churns around and around and no matter how hard you try not to think about something; there it is again, poking and waving and prompting you to dwell on it. Life felt a bit like these rocks,

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That first feeling of heat on your skin in spring is unbeatable, I don't mean the general sense of warmth in the air but that direct, intense heat that touches your face - it's the most wonderful sensation. I think us British are always a bit surprised when the sun comes out, and panic that it's not going to stay long and so try to make the most of it. That is exactly what we have been doing.

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Now, sometimes the most surprising warmth is that which comes from strangers, that which hits you at the most unsuspecting time. Such is the case with the next person in my series of love and warmth generators. You are probably very familiar with the scene, you have just made it round a hectic supermarket with trolleys coming at you from every angle, every corner you turn you almost collide with

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Evie has been ill this week. A nasty sickness bug which has mutated into an icky virus. These things happen, we are constantly exposed to bad bacteria, germs and nasties and fortunately most of them don't stick. This time it has really stuck! My poor girl is up and down. School has been missed, play dates have passed us by and events have escaped us. I know, it happens. Last night though we were

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So we are now nearly 2 weeks into lent, and unlike previous years, this year I have decided to give up somethings. That's right - the plural, this year I have turned my back on chocolate and alcohol. A tricky combination as it turns out. Friday night without a glass of wine is a struggle, never more so than last week. Still, I am persevering. I am enduring. I am perfecting discipline. Something I

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Gentleness always disarms me, probably because it is not something you regularly encounter in the 21st century. We have many wonderful characteristics kicking around our communites but gentleness seems to be a rareity. To carry on with my series of people who radiate warmth I want to introduce you to someone who has gentleness and goodness at her very core. My children have been involved in many

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Continuing with my year in performances series I went to see Ye Ha this week at my children's school. Showing for only 2 nights we were lucky to get seats for this sold out production. The official synopsis sums the joy of this production up: "Ye-Ha! squeezes all the fun and adventure of the Old West into a wonderfully wild musical comedy." Not that I'm completely biased or anything (both my

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We bagged everything uppriced it made it look pretty sold most of it but still we came home with more than we went with I looked around and realised that the wise people had left their children at home we struggled home with arms full of games, gadgets and booksyes more books what was earned was spent with joy and abandonment!Not a profit making exercise but a good mornings fun!

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This is part of my regular series of heart warming people I encounter regularly. It is easy to think of people that have performed an absolutely spectacular feat for you and think WOW they are amazing, but how about the people who everyday, in their own way, just make the world a smilier place to be. Nigel is such a man, he is our lollipop man, or as they are now known: School Crossing Patroller!

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There has been a recent new arrival in our family. I have a new baby niece and I could not be more delighted! Life moves on so quickly and I was trying to recall what I was thinking and feeling in those first few days and weeks of motherhood, so I trudged up to the loft and pulled down all my thoughts and insights of those days which are recorded in numerous notebooks and notepads. When I was

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I have often heard the concept that in life there are people who add to you and people who take from you. I was thinking about this recently as a friend put a great picture to it (I love pictures) people are drains or radiators. Now I don't suppose anyone ever sets out to be drain, it just happens through life circumstances, or through a particular learned outlook on life or attitude to life But

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When I was 9 I joined the local Horse Rangers Association. It is not a group I have come across much since but for about 4 years of my life it was so important to me. I lived for my Sunday afternoons at the stables. We learnt how to care for every need of the horses. Tacking up, grooming, feeding, cleaning tack and of course mucking out! Once a year we would have an awards ceremony where medals

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One of my plans, I guess I would even go so far as to call it a resolution, this January was to try and make the most of all the amazing festivals, theatre companies, and comedians that our glorious city attracts and hosts. Also to enjoy the local talent that we have here in Bath. So once a month I have decided to attend at least one show, or performance, and then tell you about it. If you think

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Last night was the first meeting of Pam's Am Dram Group. We are getting together mainly to perform sketches at church but we are also aiming to do something for the Larkhall Festival in April. We had great fun. It's brilliant rediscovering something I once spent so much time doing. It's like getting back into that gorgeous dress that makes you feel just wonderful. I think the group is going to

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Christmas felt like jumping on a lilo with all my family pushing off from the side and just floating relaxing, resting, refreshing, soaking it was so nice This week getting back to everything has been spiky like someone tipped the lilo over I landed in freezing water such a contrast to the warm comfort It was one and many things that made it this way Nothing particular just everything but we

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Since the cold weather crept in and bit I have been obsessed by finding things to warm me up. Now obviously the central heating and a warm crackling fire would be the best idea, a good pair of socks and a woolly jumper another sensible suggestion. However I have been on more of a hot drinks quest. Tea, coffee, coffee, tea are all well and good but do get a bit monotonous. Some of my other tipples

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So this was our Christmas in a nutshell. There was presents, there was Mary, there was sparkly things, there was a king, lots of amazing food and a whole lotta love going on! How was your Christmas?

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I really, really wanted a sparkly bauble wreath like Lisa's. I was determined. Ok so it doesn't look exactly the same but I love it, so shiny and bright. What have you made for Christmas this year?

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It's about this time of year that I start to get excited about wreaths, hear Jason groaning in the background! I love Christmas wreaths, they are an outward sign to neighbours and visitors that I am rejoicing in the Christmas spirit! Every year I see more and more exciting and different variations. Here are my top 10 favourites this year most of which have instrctions so you can have a go and

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As the nation takes a collective deep breath in before we turn the corner into December and head down that very rapid, steep, unstoppable run towards Christmas, I was wondering to myself what are the key clues for me that Christmas is creeping up and about to shout BOO!  Unless you go around with your eyes closed and your fingers in your ears you can't help but be aware of the fact that Christmas

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It's been a funny time, A quiet time A different time A nice time   When you stop you remember, you reminisce, you remind yourself of all the things that have been and all the things that are yet to come. I feel like I have pressed pause for a while and just floated down the stream of life without resistance and without a rudder, just taking in the view and singing a song as I go. So that is why

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I have recently discovered a top new parking place in Bath which always has space and is very affordable. It's new to me but it might not be new to the city, I have no idea! The last time I was in this particular place was in the days of car impounding, when cars used to be literally picked up and removed from the streets of Bath. I lived in central Bath at the time and had mistakenly overslept

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When I was studying A-level English Literature I remember spending quiet a long time with Mr John Keats and his poetry. I was particularly struck by Ode to Autumn and every year when the season arrives once again I find myself wandering around muttering the first couple of lines: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun. Alot of people view autumn as a heat

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I was at our local green grocers today when I came upon something that I assumed was a squash, but on closer inspection discovered - no it was infact a Melon, locally grown - to Bath!!It was so cute because it was so small and everyone wanted to get their hands on it and have a poke and a feel and a squish because it was just so cute. Then we tried to guess what colour the flesh would be. Red? No

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Today at church we were celebrating Harvest time. The church looked glorious with bright vegetables, mellow fruit and vibrant flowers. What a delight to the eye. This abundance is a reflection of God's abundant love for us. It is mind-blowing just how much he loves us. Today we were thinking about how much we have to be thankful for and as J John would say have "An attitude of gratitude!" There

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Everything has changed,well not everything but lots of things have changed for me in the last couple of months. I have stopped working for someone else and have taken the bold step into the land of self employment oh and I moved house. Every September for the last few years has brought with it lots of changes, so this is not unusual but the significance of the changes makes this all a bit

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So the summer has come and gone in a flash. Most of my summer was spent agonising over moving house, the rest was spent actually moving house. Packing up our house of 12 years was an emotional and tiring experience, there were so many memories and so much happiness contained within those four walls and yet when it’s time to go, well, it’s time to go. I remember blogging a while back about

Imogenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837870690833238782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477411044681985911.post-77349082740826232972010-07-13T22:28:00.000+01:002010-07-14T09:46:43.237+01:00

I love swimming, I really do. What is more refreshing on a hot summers day than taking a dip in a nice cool pool? I am very used to swimming in the sea, normally with a wetsuit on these days though, I must confess. I love that sense of wide open space and adventure, and how small one feels in such a vast expanse of water. Living inland means that a trip to the sea is never an afternoon treat more

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Last month I returned from my parents house with a huge box of letters. All letters written to me at various stages of my life. As a young teen I struck up a number of different penfriend connections and would regularly write to friends in South Africa, Australia, USA, Cyprus, Norway, Holland, Belgium, France, Sweden, Denmark, Canada and of course the UK. From a very young age I loved to

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What glorious weather we have had. I love the sunshine! We have been so blessed and not only am I happy all my plants are as well. The results of happy plants is lots of fruit - hurray! It's now that time of the year where I once again consult my recipe books for redcurrant, blackcurrant, rhubarb, gooseberry and courgette recipes. Although my shelves are still full of rhubarb chutney and rhubarb

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Last weekend I was helping my parents sort through their garage, and they will freely agree that there was a lot to sort through. A whole lifetime of paperwork, photos, journals, thoughts, ideas, moments in time. The things we keep, the things that we feel define us, add to us, encourage us or just make us smile are intriguing. I have always been someone who is fairly ruthless when it comes to

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The weather for this half term holiday has been incredible and so this week has all been about being outside. So I decided to compile my top 5 favourite outside events of the week.1. The opening of the Bath International Music Festival, this is such a treat, free music all over the city all evening - just brilliant! If you ever have the opportunity to be in the city at this time of year it is

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I think we all dream about it don't we, somewhere to get away from it all, somewhere to get some head space, somewhere to really just "be". There have been places I've visited to which my heart has responded with such joy, delight and recognition. I have to say these places often involve beach huts with the sea nearby. I do so love beach huts. This was one such place - Hengistbury Head I loved

Imogenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837870690833238782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477411044681985911.post-15825616865952562162010-05-25T22:00:00.000+01:002010-05-25T22:37:29.717+01:00

I wanted to commit this blog post to all my lovely friends who have been so gorgeously wonderful to me over the last week or so. There are four ladies in particular who have blessed me abundantly this week.1. Pam sent me a wonderful, uplifting God inspired text on a Monday morning that uplifted and brightened me and set me up with a strong foundation to start the day and week.2. Kate came by with

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So the seeds have all been planted and the flowers are budding but these next few weeks are a bit of a waiting game... I'm not very good at waiting. I'm getting better but I'm still not very good at it. There is something in the air around here which makes me feel as though change is coming, something is going to emerge out of this. Like the seed that begins to sprout it is very exciting but you

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Even in the rain, by the sea is the place I most like to be. This weekend we went to visit our very wonderful friends in Poole. We stayed in nearby Southborne in the most wonderful guest house called Beach Lodge just a stones throw from the beach. So we built sand walls to defend us from the sea, made pictures in the sand and looked for precious shells. It was cold but glorious. It made me think

Imogenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837870690833238782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477411044681985911.post-39480632203064185622010-05-14T17:04:00.000+01:002010-05-14T17:43:30.441+01:00

Do you like lunch? I love lunch! Even better I love lunch with friends. Now don't get me wrong I'm not a lady who lunches (regularly) I'm just someone who enjoys it from time to time. So today was a time for lunching with my friend Catherine, and a day for a new discovery. I introduced Catherine to the Whistlefish Gallery which I love. Janet Bell's art is so happy and bright I can't get enough

Imogenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837870690833238782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477411044681985911.post-64264069368413156672010-05-07T20:19:00.000+01:002010-05-07T20:53:41.516+01:00

Cats and Children are an endearing combination are they not? Mine seem to be. Zac is in pursuit of £250 from You've been Framed for a funny cat clip. He wants the money to raise funds for a lego club at school. However I was not impressed to be woken up the other morning with a cat on my head and Zac's encouraging words: "Go with it Mum this will be great for you've been framed!" Hmmm, not

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Aren't bank holidays just great. I love that little extra holiday tucked in there it always seems such a wonderful treat. Standing on the brink of the weekend is so exciting. This weekend Larkhall is hosting it's second festival - well worth a visit. My son has entered a photo into the photography competition so we are all excited to see it on display. My wonderful friend Deborah Keiller is

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I remember when I used to just slap on a bit of Oil of Olay before climbing into bed at night. My paternal grandmother had the most amazing skin and so when my sister and I discovered her nightly routine involved Oil of Olay we made regular purchases of the lotion. However, in recent years I have noticed a change in my nightly patterns. The first came after I caught sight of a very brightly lit

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So I have committed the cardinal sin, I started a blog and then stopped but don't worry because I'm starting again now. The road has been a bit bumpy recently but now the rain has stopped I can see clearly and it's looking good. So where I have been? Swimming, kitten taming, Spring cleaning, costume making, fire starting, emergency evading, you know usual stuff really. You can see from the

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Do you ever have those days when you think What is going on? I had one of those yesterday. From the moment I woke up I had in mind a swim and a smoothie. So in my lunch break I made the walk to the smoothie bar to discover it was shut, no "back in 5 mins" sign, no "closed for refurbishment" in fact no clue at all as to why. Just shut. Hmmmph! My smoothie was not happening. Never mind after work

Imogenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837870690833238782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477411044681985911.post-45658845672462272142010-02-08T21:30:00.000Z2010-02-08T22:02:09.997Z

At Christmas I joined the ranks of the white in-ear headphone wearing group of music lovers. My beloved got me a very gorgeous pink iPod. So I'm all podcasted up and enjoying scrolling through my albums of music. However probably the best thing about it for me is the play list feature. I have to walk about 1.5 miles from work to pick up my children from school and have roughly 3o minutes to do

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During the summer holidays the bickering between my children was driving me MAD! I bored myself with the amount of moaning I was doing so I decided to be proactive and do what all good parents are always told to do - reward good behaviour. The reward chart was stuck to the wall and the holidays became really quite pleasurable. We stuck with the chart for the next few months and just after

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So I finally got my blog going this week - fantastic! 10 other things that made me happy this week:1. I signed up for the Swimathon and within a couple of days I had hit my fundraising target thanks to my extremely generous friends and relatives! Yesterday I signed up for Aqua membership at the local sports centre - a training schedule is drawn up so all I have to do now is swim!2. Today was a

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Today seems to be a day for going for it, so here I am! Since securing this Blogspot (about a month ago) I have been procrastinating about getting going, metaphorically walking around the pool wondering how I can get in and start swimming, should I just dive bomb in and hope for the best, or is an elegant dive the better option, or perhaps a graceful descent down the steps. I have decided a dive

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