I was a bit thrown by The Gallery prompt of ‘My Backyard’ as my garden isn’t anything special and I know a lot of you guys have wonderfully planted, loved and tended to gardens that will lend themselves beautifully to artful photography.
Then I thought about what my backyard means to me; a place of sanctuary? No. A place of noisy and boisterous play? Yes! My backyard is all about the 2 boys who play in it, who bounce on that trampoline in a way that stops my heart as I anticipate bad landings and trips to A&E, who trample my plants because they are too busy avoiding imaginary attacks from LEGO warships and who care not that the grass is worn.
Superheroes play in my backyard.
This Father’s Day, Sunday 19th June, buy your dad a gift that he’ll be proud to wear.
If you are anything like me then you’ll soon be scratching your head while trying to think of an innovative Father’s Day gift – before settling on either a book voucher or a nice bottle of red – again!
This year, you get to feel good about your gift as Selection Branded Clothing is introducing a stylish range of exclusive Help for Heroes Underwear this June in time for Father’s Day all featuring a distinctive ‘Help for Heroes’ waistband. Not only does the underwear look good, but additionally, by buying the underwear, you are supporting a fantastic cause. The launch will be fronted by “The Quest to Sell a Million” campaign with a target of raising at least £1.5 million in the first 12 months.
Help for Heroes Underwear will become the must wear item of the year!
See more about Help For Heroes here.
Incidentally, this is not a sponsored post – just a good cause
Just been thinking, if I could only pick one thing to pass on to my boys – what would it be?
Just one thing. One piece of information, one trait, or one word of advice.
It would be:
Don’t require validation.
Sure, I hope they’ll be happy, healthy, wealthy and loved.
I hope they’ll be clever, get good jobs and be a success.
I hope they’ll find true love and be surrounded by friends and laughter.
I hope they’ll be good people who make me proud.
I think if they can learn to love who they are, irrespective of the approval of others, then the rest will fall into place.
I want them to like what they like, because they like it, not because it’s cool.
I want them to act how they like, to be carefree and go with their instincts.
I want them to love freely. And if that person doesn’t love them back, I want them to be able to let go and know that they are worth loving and not to waste their tears on someone who can’t see that.
My boys are amazing. They make me so proud, every day.
I want them to know that, but not need to know that. To be happy in their own skin and love themselves for everything they are and everything that they will be.
Checks @ mentions.
Remembers has a shed load of editing to do today.
Sends tweet: ‘need to go now as have work to do’.
Checks @ mentions.
Replies to @ mentions.
Remembers again about having work to do.
Makes cup of tea.
Condsiders making toast.
Picks up 4 rich tea biscuits instead.
Picks up tea, biscuits and phone in left hand, laptop in right hand and heads towards lounge.
Knocks elbow against door spilling very hot tea over hand and floor.
Glances at iMac and considers tweeting that has spilt tea by being too lazy to make two trips.
Cleans up spilt tea.
Sits on sofa, arranges tea, phone and rich tea biscuits. Switches on laptap.
Laptop is out of battery.
Fetches charger, leans over back of sofa to plug it in.
Spies a lone mini egg behind sofa.
Considers eating mini egg.
Remembers strange noise coming from under sofa the other night and considers possibility of mini egg being covered in frog, mouse or alien wee.
Considers tweeting the discovery of the mini egg.
Puts mini egg in bin.
Sits back down.
Switches on laptop.
Opens internet explorer.
Signs into twitter.
Remembers that moved from iMac to laptop in order to get some work done.
Closes internet explorer.
Realises that now thinks in tweet style format and has idea for this post.
Wonders if will ever be capable of normal thought again?!
3rd May 2011 is the fourth anniversary of the disappearance of Madeleine McCann.
Like most parents, my heart stopped when I heard about the disappearance of Madeleine on the 3rd of May 2007.
Like most people I hoped desperately that she would be quickly found, that she’d maybe wandered off to a playground or gone in search of her parents. A million thoughts whirled through my mind. The thought of that moment of coming home to find your child missing…
I’ve tried really hard not to have an opinion on the circumstances surrounding her disappearance – would I have left my children of that age alone so that I could go to dinner? – no I would not – but that doesn’t mean that they or indeed she deserve what happened.
There is currently still NO legal minimum age at which you can leave your children.
Legally the position is: There is no legal age limit for leaving a child on their own, but it is an offence to leave a child alone if it places them at risk. Parents can be prosecuted if they leave a child unsupervised ‘in a manner likely to cause unnecessary suffering or injury to health’ (Children and Young Person’s Act).
Or I could have said: Legally the position is a complete cop out!
I don’t want this to be a long post, just want to keep up the awareness in case this young lady is still out there. On the McCann’s official website they have some age enhanced images of what Madeleine may look like now.
A quick google search will fill you in on the many, many theories about what really happened that night. There is a huge amount of speculation that her parents know exactly where she is. That makes me feel sick to my stomach, I can’t believe that is really the case? I happened to be on holiday there very shortly after her disappearance, the town had a very eerie feel to it. Praia Da Luz is a beautiful place upon which this event will have permanently left it’s mark.
I wanted to end this by saying that wherever Madeleine is and whatever actually happened that night, I hope that she is at peace. But that reads as though I think that she died, which isn’t what I’m trying to say. I think what I’m trying, badly, to say is that I just wish that if she is alive that she is happy and that if she did sadly die that she didn’t suffer.
Just had to share this with you….
After spending several hours recolouring my hair today, I’ve also applied a keratin treatment (brazilian blow dry) and straightened it as per the instructions. In the process I have discovered that my hair is nearly 3 inches longer on one side than on the other!
Thank you mr hairdresser, money well spent. Not.