Pheweee what a week – my son recovered from his Thai bug thanks to the foresight of the doctor who gave him trial antibiotics – turns out he’d contracted Salmonella from some uncooked chicken. Very lucky we caught it when we did. However, I am now waiting with trepidation for the Health Protection Unit to contact me as apparently it’s a reportable offence.

We are back to semi routine of work and school, although I’ve had one child lolling around like a sloth during the day after endless nights out catching up with all and sundry and enjoying lots of farewell gatherings. Not sure how much longer her little body is going to hold out – she has Fresher’s Week to contend with next which is going to be even worse AND I WON’T BE THERE TO SUGGEST SHE TAKES A BREAK!

My firstborn has been in Marakech with his girlfriend this week riding camels and eating lamb tagine. Hopefully a blog post on all their adventures will follow but I’m not holding my breath. This was just after he did a bit of home cooking!

FIRST he made a dish to take to party – honey glazed sausages in the carcass of a loaf (obviously I’m sure it has a more appealing title than that and I failed to take any decent photos of the inside – but you can see them bottom left:-

R cooking 1

And look how pleased he is! Such a boy’s dish!

R cooking 2

THEN he cooked for me on my first day back at work – pork loin something and fried rice. Presentation might not get 10/10 but for taste and effort it was 100% mainly because it’s been a long time since I’ve come back from work to a home cooked meal not thrown together by me:-


So I am of the opinion that they don’t need lessons in how to cook at university – lots of them (not mine) were very proficiently taught by their parents and others taught themselves because their parents were crap cooks (mine) and all of them, whether they can cook or not need to spend at least a month eating pot noodles and cold baked beans (like we all did) and muddle through it discovering that potato curry is revolting even if very cheap. It’s part of the growing up and getting out process.

Oh – and I had my first experience of tree hugging in the park. FORCED by a friend to give it a go. I wasn’t happy about it, but then again, I had nothing to lose. That said, I will need to try a bit harder to feel the soul and it whispering to me. This is not really ideal to share, because I look like such an idiot – especially when my youngest child zoomed in on my face which is looking a little more ecstatic than I’d like – I clearly need to get out more:-

First shot, didn’t want my face showing:-

Second shot, no choice, forced by my friend:-

See what I mean??

I’ve mostly been rushing back from work this week to spend time with my daughter who then promptly goes out! Also getting my son sorted for school but I also did manage to fit in my book group – where we all agreed that Donna Tartt’s novel The Goldfinch was spectacular – separate review about it here

So ONE MORE WEEK TO GO with her at home and counting….


OOH – I went to the engagement party of Salman Rushdie’s son Zafar and Natalie Coyle the gorgeous soprano – at The Library a very cool venue in St Martin’s Lane and even had a chat with the proud father:-

engagement party

There are 20 journalists still missing in Syria and another British aid worker was murdered yesterday. I have a massive problem with the fact that the British newspapers chose to release his identity, against Foreign Office advice, just because it’s already out on social media and foreign websites, ergo it’s acceptable. Is it? Just because one person releases it doesn’t mean they all should. They should follow the FO guidelines and maintain as much of a media blackout as possible in the hope that this may save some lives. That said, I also do appreciate the argument that it might be better to expose the extent of the issue – it’s very difficult to know what the right thing to do is under such sensitive circumstances.

Scotland??? What is going to happen there on Friday I wonder? I mean, I know from experience (after nearly 3 hideous years in Aberdeen) that most of them hate the English, but really?? A massive separation at this time of our lives will only end in tears. All that “Stronger Together” stuff is true – look what’s happening to Scottish owned companies already…losing value by the minute as investors panic. I really can’t believe that it would be anything but quite a strong “NO” to be honest, but then again I don’t have the Brave Heart streak instilled in all good Scots. I’m a Campbell though – that counts for something (unless you are a MacDonald) so I’m half Scottish anyway – but tbh having experienced racism when I lived there – literally people who wouldn’t talk to me in the school playground or in the shop because I was English then I think they might find the majority agree. Once, when I went to the doctor, who happened to be Indian and commented that I was finding it hard to integrate he said “it will take you 10 years – they will accept me before they accept you as a neighbour or a friend.” It was the coldest place I’d ever been. Nevertheless, I know a lot of lovely Scots and think we should all stick together in this – it’s a messy old world out there and we don’t want to start dividing up our resources at this point surely??

And my favourite photo by miles – taken from @wegotravel. Just lifts the soul right up:-


  1. That last photo is gorgeous.
    So much going on in your life and life at large. Glad the kids are okay (and so grown up!!), but outside world is scary and difficult at the moment. xxx

  2. Hee hee, love that photo.
    Wow – I didn’t realize some Scots were that racist. Us Geordies are usually welcomed as quasi-Scots so I’ve never really experienced anything. However, we lived in a tiny place in Wales when I was little and my mother says not only would they not speak to her, they switched to Welsh when she was around.

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