Sunday Tales and Snails Trails

Sunday is our typical walk day, and the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the toddler was tantruming… Etc etc so today we stayed at home.. Except we used the garden and our brand spanking new BBQ!  

 Hell! It was hard work… All that waiting, salad prepping, Pimms drinking, I’m a ball of tiredness this evening. But, it’s the most fun we have had in a long time.  


I know the family BBQ is meant to be a staple pastime, but until now we hadn’t made the most of our garden. We have a large deck which overlooks the fields and a smaller lawn area which is beautiful, but deadly…. Seriously there’s a shear drop onto the hedge below and, until this weekend, we were unsure what to do… We had this new shiny toy… Re hot death trap and a six foot drop
Out came the playpen, to bridge the gap. The children wouldn’t be able to use the garden but they could spend the day on the deck… Luckily that’s where the outside tap is. After eating, playing, snail taming (more on that later) we had a water fight…. Yes all of us! Playing catch with water balloons on a belly full of piri piri pork and burgers, we had a whale of a time. It’s days like this that make me all reflective. Who says we are not cool parents (eh H?)  

Here are some observations though

Garden furniture:

We have none, well, one plastic chair (that we had to wrestle Aragog in the shed for) and a rusty old table, which I covered in a table cloth. But jeez, how expensive is your basic table and chairs set??? Last year I ordered one on Amazon…. It arrived and we collapsed into giggles… It was a kids set… So, this year I’m attempting the pallet upcycle…. Oh yes I am…. I’ve pinned it!  


Garden toys

You see it on all the summer pictures, children prancing about in giant paddling pools with a Wendy house and supersoakers…. We (had) a tiny ring but Aragog saw to it that we will never touch it again… It’s at the back of the shed, with his babies…. But turns out, you don’t need all that stuff, the tent for our playroom served as shade, a skipping rope…. One cosy coupe… Strike that, we need two… Two cosy coupes for the love of god we need two….it turns out, playing petrol pump attendant, while your brother Flintstones around the decking is not a cool, fun job…. A job which leads to tears and screams… A job that ends in someone getting hurt. And, if you’re wondering…. It’s not a role that can be appeased with ice poles. 

Nature teaches life lessons

Today Harriet became a mother (of sorts) she took under her wing a snail, Barbara by name, slimy by nature. She protected Barbara from younger children, children who insisted she needed ‘more food’ while hurling dandelions at her and burying her under a mountain of leaves. She stroked her shell and talked in hushed tones. I was reminded of the Dick-King-Smith novel from my childhood….SOPHIE’S SNAIL? 


Now I know what you’re thinking, my sub heading does spell impending doom…. But hold on to your shells, Barbara lives… But H did learn something…  

 After playing with her newly acquired friend for a good thirty mins she announced 

‘I’m going to have to let her go….. I can’t protect her forever, it’s just too much responsibility’


Straight face, eyebrow raised emoji and a knowing nod.

Happy Sunday people!!


If I was a Lego piece, which would I be?

If I was a Lego piece which would I be?….. This is the sort of conversations my husband and I have. Sat in the car on our way back from Drogo (national trust) on Sunday, he asks me this…… Post wondering if we could get away with just a quick sarnie for dinner cos we are too tired to cook….and after chatting about our latest eBay finds…. We actually spent a solid 20 mins discussing the personification of Lego. 

We decided to jazz up the already riveting debate by assigning two pieces, one for ourselves and one for the other….. We then compared 

My choice

A 2×2 for him

A single roof point for me (the one that is split into four and sits in the centre of the imaginary house)

He’s a 2×2 because he’s simple (not in the intellectual sense) but useful, the cornerstone, strong and dependable….Yes, I know I’ve made him sound boring, but truth is, you know where you are with a 2×2….. I suppose he could be a clear one? Or a jazzy colour? To set him apart from the rest?…. He’s not disappointed with my analogy though, on the contrary…. He starts taking about the building blocks of Rome…. 

I’m that single roof point, coz I’m pretty eclectic, I mean really not much use for anything other than the job in hand…. (The perfectionist) but once you find me I complete you…. Well, your home anyway…. Often stuck under the sofa, surrounded by dust….. Lost in a pile of toys…. But I make it worthwhile…. I have purpose…. I’m the more ‘driven’ block in our marriage…. I don’t fit in other places, I’m a bit awkward…. I like my comfort zone….. Oh and I’m red…. Red hair and perhaps a bit fiery

His choice

A 1X1 for him

A hinge for me

Apparently, he considers himself hard to find….. I mean he’s kinda right. He’s there, lots of him about, tackling various jobs always on the move, but there when it’s important…. I mean you ever built something and had that final gap left??. He also pointed out how versatile, if a little time consuming, the 1X1 is…. They’re content on their own, but also thrive as a pair of group, providing the company is of similar stature… He can’t be dealing with the bigger blocks…. The ones out to prove they’re better. Not competitive at all…..Useful and content 

I’m a hinge (according to him) because I’m creative…. I mean a hinge can be a door, a drawbridge a….. Something else creative he couldn’t come up with…. He also did say hinges get squeaky and require more maintenance than your average Lego piece….. I didn’t argue…. I was too busy trying to think of another use for a hinge, but yeh, I’ll go with that…..   
 What about you? Crazy question, pointless post…. But I bet it’s got you thinking too….


Yet Another Sunday Walk….. A few weeks Overdue

In general we make an effort to get out every Sunday, but with new jobs, lack of clean washing and tbh, a bit of laziness, we have neglected our tradition for nearly a month…. Last week we actually went scouting at the local boot sale instead…love April because they all start up again

But,  today, for May,  we decided it had been far too long, and we set off for Drogo (National Trust). We haven’t been yet this Spring and it was so lovely to see the flowers out and the building looking so much closer to completion…. 

We don’t normally use the cafes, because our day ends up costing too much, but today we decided to treat ourselves to some hot-chocolate and scones in the garden area also.


The day started a bit hectic and despite requesting H do her hair and put on her wellies, we rushed out the house without double checking, only to arrive and discover she had not done either…. It turns out, heading upstairs to get some socks was far too much effort and she opted instead for summer pumps…. Cue argument…. Sulking and tween attitude for the first hour….  Luckily she perked up, despite v cold feet and enjoyed the rest of the visit…. Juggling the needs of toddlers and a tween is difficult…. She is starting to resist our walks and this is somthing I’m finding tough… I think we need to think of new ways to engage her so she doesn’t feel left out, ideas on a post card please! 

Enjoy our foray into May