One of Mr G’s lovely cousins is getting married this Summer and I cannot wait. At a recent family gathering, as we talked about dresses and themes, she reminded me of the excitement and the irks of life-changing events..
Every women has preconceived ideas of how they’ll be, look and feel when pregnant. I remember having conversations with friends in my early 20’s – nodding enthusiastically as they declared that they would never not have time to get their nails done.. or would never let a bit of tiredness stop them from going to the salon…
Last Tuesday night, after work, I went out for dinner with a friend. As we negotiated the back streets of Regent Street, walking past Burger & Lobster, peeking at the diners in Honest Burger, we had only one thing on our minds… Lebanese food!
…I thought you were Christians…you shouldn’t have a preference, you should just want a healthy baby..!’ – The judgmental words uttered to me by someone, who presumed to inform me what I had the right to or not to feel about the gender of my unborn child.
I was more than touched to be nominated by the multi-talented Naomi Aidoo, who blogs at (Authenic Heart) to join ‘The Monday Blog Tour’. Writers whose blogs I regularly read, have shared details of their literary and personal journeys, and it’s been lovely seeing people I both admire and respect being nominated during the tour. We’ve all been asked the same four questions, and I have attempted to answer them as best as I can:
Fifteen minutes ago- I was absolutely sure of what I was going to get my mum for ‘Mother’s Day!’…
Until the cool breeze made my eyes water and the skies opened, pelting us with hailstones on Sunday afternoon, I , like so many others had put away my winter coats, and was having a dalliance with denim jackets and cardis.
It’s taken me about 15 minutes to get going on this post.. every time I get my hands into ‘type mode’, I stop, stare at the screen and get mesmerised by the soft fluffy rice ‘ball’.. I imagine the taste of the crunchy, salty panko breadcrumbs.. and oops.. I’ve done it again..