Christmas shop hopping till you drop!!

I went Christmas shopping at the Westfield Shopping Centre for the very first time with my 10 year old Little Princess today, and what an experience!

Westfield London site photography.

Designer, exclusive and popular stores galore.  Christmas lights, decked halls and Christmas crooning all around. Champagne flutes, chocolate covered pretzels and gleaming crispy creams of my dreams. I was in my element.


I have never seen so many shops all under one roof.  It was amazing, and I’m glad to say, I’ve still got it.  My Little princess ran out of steam a long time before me.  I could have shopped, hopped and scoffed the whole day.  Those young ones, just aren’t made of the same stuff are they?

Peanuts Yawn

I think an early night is on the cards for the Little Princess tonight.  Don’t you?

They are taking over!

It appears we are losing the power in our own home.  They are taking over!   They have got taller, louder and more expensive.  They are taking over!!

You have probably already guessed, what I am talking about, of course, yes, you’re right, correct.  I’m talking about the kids.

My teenage son moans if the household does not conform to his timescale.  There has to be a debate as to when we eat, what we eat, when we watch TV, what we watch on TV and when WE go to bed.

At the other end, the Little Princess has the phone constantly glued to her ear as she sprawls across the bed, legs swinging carelessly in the air, roaring with laughter to friends from school she has played with all day, every day, only five minutes ago.

We sometimes retreat to our bedroom, but they come and find us.  As I was saying, they are taking over, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Jelly on the Plate, Wibble Wobble, Wibble, Wobble, Jelly on the Plate!

We had jelly today.

 The wibblier, the wobblier, the better.

It is one of the simplest and nicest puddings ever.

As a kid it was a family favourite, the colours, the smells, mmmm! and my kids are no different.  Even now, I still steal a cube straight from the packet before making it up. In those days I had to do it as quickly as possible without my Mum noticing. Just as Little Princess does to me today.  It just has to be done!

I served up a corker today, it was so wobbly it fell off my spoon three times.

That’s a sign it was made well, just like Mum used to make it.

Wake up call!

It’s only been a few days and I’m already suffering the effects of the early mornings again.  Waking up at the crack of dawn and making sure the kids are fed, watered and dressed and out the door in time for school.

It seems to be getting harder and harder to lift my head out of that warm bed to begin the day.  In my opinion the kids are doing a lot better than I imagined after a six week summer break.  They seem to have a little spring in their step in comparison to me.

I have a suspicious feeling if I had half a chance to be waking up on the beautiful island of Anguilla, I would be the last to bed after the sunset and the first to rise with the sun.  School runs just wouldn’t be the same.  I would probably even look forward to them. Imagine that!

The Final Chapter – Olympians and Paralympians London 2012


It’s been said a million times how wonderful the London Olympic Games 2012 have been, and it is true, it can hardly be described as anything else.

Just as wonderful as seeing the million people who lined the streets today to say Goodbye at the Athletes Parade.

Little Miss Princess had a challenge of her own this summer holiday, which she takes part in every year, called The Reading Challenge.  Held by our Local Library it encourages children to read a total of six books and review them to the Librarian.   Awards were given along the process until the final book and on completion a Gold Medal is presented to the child.  Little Miss Princess has her medal in pride of place at the head of her bed.

The atmosphere in London right now is amazing (another word that is used to constantly describe the Games) but the feeling of unity is quite tangible.

This is evident within myself when I see an Olympic Volunteer on their way to take part and do their duty, you can’t help but smile at them and almost want to shake their hand, as we are aware they are just as special in their own way.

Shake that man’s hand!

This experience will be missed, fondly remembered, never forgotten!

Mmm! It’s lovely Mum, but ….

I made a lovely (even if I say so myself) a lovely chicken pie.  It was full of chickeny goodness, flavoursome vegetables and a rich creamy sauce.

While it was cooking in the oven creating aromas I could only imagine would emerge from the home kitchen of “Big Momma’s house.”

Little Miss Princess would constantly asked “Is it ready yet?” or “How much longer now?” and “Why does it take so long?”

At this point even I wanted this pie to “come on now, hurry along now little pie” and cook, because to answer “not long now, honey” fourteen times within one hour, through gritted teeth doesn’t always sound very genuine.

Finally, this pretty pie is presented at the dinner table and my awaiting family keen to dig in and enjoy.  At this point Little Miss Princess pipes up and says “Mum, it’s lovely but, can I take this bit out, and this bit and leave this bit?”   She never ceases to amaze me, she removed all the healthy vegetables, and munched on the chicken chunks and pastry.

I can’t complain as she generally loves broccoli and cauliflower or chomping on uncooked vegetables, so I don’t have any worries on that score.

 She is not Little Miss Princess for nothing!