My husband the robot

*(source)

I think O might be a robot.

He sheds nuts and bolts randomly** all over our home.

Thankfully he isn't broken despite missing all these bits.

*I loved this book as a child

**I think they might come from his pockets but really why are his pockets so full of 'things'

Spring may have sprung

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I can not tell you how excited I was to see a snowdrop on Saturday.

Even the daffodils are starting to make an appearance. 

I had very good intentions of posting actual, you know, sensible content this evening. Unfortunately I'm having to work so you get a picture of a flower.

Thank you for sticking with me through this rather quiet period. 

Flying is like drinking

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I have decided that flying with a budget airline is similar to getting drunk. Every time I come off a budget flight, I promise myself I will not do it again. Similar to the way that in the depths of a hangover you usually mutter the tell tale words:


“I’m never drinking again” *groan*.

With alcohol I have learnt from my mistakes and misspent youth and set myself a 2-3 drink maximum and that is only on special occasions usually I just don’t drink. However, I just do not seem to be able to quit my budget airline habit. I remember the days when flying was a rarity and seemed so glamorous and I used to feel jealous of those who travelled a lot. Now it feels more like being cattle herded from one place to another and those who travel a lot have my sympathy – I really hope you fly on better quality airlines and are allowed into the lounge!

When did flying become so mundane?

Six Months Left

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With the realisation that it has been six month since we got married came the unpleasant realisation that I have six months of my twenties left.

I’m not one for making lists of life goals and the things I’d like to achieve can happen just as easily in my thirties as they can in my twenties. I don't feel a need to cram experiences into a certain decade - playing devils advocate though this could also be why I never get round to achieving any of my goals because I don't put a deadline on them. 

O and I will be going to Rome at some point this year to celebrate my thirtieth – I've wanted to go to Rome for years (see above!). We don’t know when we will go, although the fact that we have friends with a spare room currently staying outside of Florence until July means probably sooner rather than later.

Any tips of where to stay, where to go and what to do would be very much appreciated. Rebecca thank you so much for your email even if I haven’t actually managed to read it yet.