Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy I know it sounds crazy but I just haven’t been able to find the ‘time’ to sit down and write another post over the past week! …
Wow, we’ve almost done it. I say almost as we’re not quite at our destination but are oh so close (actually, I’m writing this in the car driving through the French countryside). We’re still alive to talk about it but holy moly, was that ever a big task! Making a …
I’d wake at 445am, tip-toe into the bathroom, close the door and turn the light on. I’d left my clothes on the counter the night before, all ready to slip on after a quick shower. All that was left to do, if I wasn’t running late, was to put my …
My eldest asked the other day, ‘can we go to that place where they have the trenches when we’re in France?’ I said, ‘yes, of course, that’s where your great uncle is buried’. Spencer’s taken more of an interest in history over the past year, along side his Dad’s interest …
