D0367309-43B3-428F-873F-5A30A0C9F456.jpegI forget about this blog or rather I think I put it to the side and think “I’ll do that later” and it doesn’t get done.. no excuses I’m typing this out on my phone cos I’m away from home at the moment. So I feel like I’m typing in the smallest typewriter with huge sausage fingers.

Tomorrow we start getting sorted to head home. Maybe it’s my age but I’m fine with that, I love holidays and being away from things needing doing. I have WiFi where I am so I can still peruse my favs like IG but it also means I can get emails and then I feel guilty because I’m not replying… so I send an “ok but I’m on holiday until..” and then the person I’m replying to feels bad, then I feel bad for making them feel bad 🤣🤪 what the heck!

So we came to France, three of us this time. Left the fourth at home keeping the little dog company. Little dog had an op before we left but she’s very much a home body so she wouldn’t have enjoyed being abandoned to kennels no matter how comfy they would have been.


We returned to the Loire area for the first time in 15years!! So I have made my daughter pose next to things that we have her standing beside from all those years ago… 15 years! We have been to different parts of France in intervening holidays.


…and we will drive home with Mr H listening to the same conversation “we could have a little house in France” he listens (half I think) and humours me along. But – in recent conversations it has become a bit more possible. This is a lovely area we are in, not too hot because although he is dark and absorbs the sun in an hour when it takes the rest of us a week to colour a little he doesn’t like it too hot. We have been driving around and there are airports and trains, there is a fast train to Paris – we did it with small girls. Got into a panic back then when our estate car with roof box wouldn’t fit under the car parks height restriction. Two car seats in the back meant for a super fast dismantling and then Mr H driving around trying to find the last space in the carpark 😂😂 we laugh now but at the time.. me with two small children, the tickets and no sign of him and the train pulling in was slightly testing. Soooo many incidents we had!! But we kept going back – with the question “what dyu think will happen this time?”

Lets hope nothing before we get back to uk soil!

Last year we were the last people on to the ferry – our three hour contigency was lost in roadworks and detours 😳



My mother made clothes and stitched and I always remember the sound of the scissors on her 1962 McIntosh dining table cutting out patterns. App she made a lovely two piece when I was four or five and had it lying out on said table - and I can actually remember trying to cut with the heavy scissors - mum’s memory is that I cut into the finished two piece.. ruined it 😱 all I can recall is that it took two hands to hold the scissors and the frustration of not cutting a straight line like she did. True story. It was the seed tho. My dad made stuff too, he was an architect and forever sketching and building things in the garage - no way to escape it. It poured micro-gro onto the seed and that’s the once upon a time.. it’s my peaceful thing and I get paid for it in money, friendship and an ability to make.

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