She who will not sleep at bedtime
I am still NaNoWriMo'ing - today is half way day, Day 15 of 30 so by midnight tonight I should technically be at 25,000 words.I'm at 21,263 and I am not sure I can manage 3,737 words in one day.
In fact, I'm pretty sure I can't.
However, I am trying. Despite the 5-year-old who won't go to bed until 9:30p.m. when it should be 8p.m. and the 18-month-old who should be... View More
Today on a walk up one of the steep tracks (chemin as they call them here), I took a photo of the old bench in the fenced lookout spot with proper steel (?) legs made by a family company in Paris, and Bunkeroo expressed her desire to take some photos.
Here are her photos.
This is Bunkeroo's little sister looking at her big sister with that funny black thing that Mummy uses.
(I was wiping drool.)
I like this a lot. This... View More
Photo taken by Bunkeroo which sums up my current search for illumination in my writing
I feel like I've lived about four lives since last I posted.
The Trigger to having Baby No.2 ended up being watching 'Meet the Fockers' on the last night of Bunkeroo's holiday in Normandy with her grandparents before returning to Paris and school... View More
Ah, the '70s.
That's when I, and most of my friends, were babes. We little Generation Xers had a fun time, didn't we? No seat belts in cars. Relaxed attitudes towards pregnancy & smoking. Interesting drugs being prescribed to help mums with nausea that caused birth defects.
When I had Bunkeroo I unearthed my Plunket Book (see picture). I particularly love the shade of blue on this little book. Sky crossed with cerulean. It makes me think of fine china and... View More