Housekeeper’s Diary Perhaps it is a sign of the times, this nostalgia for moments long gone I am experiencing. A reaction to the deep uncertainty I currently feel. Claustrophobia as a…
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Housekeeper’s Diary
Housekeeper’s Diary I do so hate trying to be fun. I’m utterly rubbish at it. The strain paints a grimace over what must be good cheer. But fun should be…
Housekeeper’s Diary A glorious morning. We go for a walk hand in hand, kicking leaves and talking the troubles of the world over. There is a peace about us now.…
Housekeeper’s Diary Hmm now let’s see: a beautiful Indian Summer’s day? Check. An abundance of vegetables harvested from our teeny little vegetable patch? Check. Naughty nobody’s cat still invading the…
Housekeeper’s Diary She arrived suddenly didn’t she? Autumn. Shrugging her way into our lives with all her stylish nonchalance and turning her nose up at the very idea of letting…
Housekeeper’s Diary There is something rather special about the last few weeks of August that has me lost in a kind of what I can only describe as delighted melancholy.…
Housekeeper’s Diary It has been raining. Endless deluges polka dotted by sudden, astonishing bright spells when I shove my feet into flip-flops and run out into the garden to see…
Housekeeper’s Diary Can someone press the off switch please? I swear its been raining for longer than I care to remember and frankly I’m in the mood for Spring. Oh…
Housekeeper’s Diary My washing machine heard a rumour, just before Christmas, that washing machines of its ilk were setting themselves on fire and so being an obedient little thing, she…
Housekeeper’s Diary On the brink of a new decade my head seems filled with the muchiness of all I want to say. To do. To encourage. And to be. Excitement…
Housekeeper’s Diary There are words in this life no sane woman wants to hear. Namely, “I’m really sorry but I have dripped fish juice all the way from the kitchen…
Housekeeper’s Diary Up until mid- November I am terribly blase about Christmas, and then just like that I am a woman in a fluster. Madonna of the Carrier Bag. She…
Housekeeper’s Diary One of the emotions I find hardest to navigate as a blogger, is the guilt I feel when life isn’t going well and it feels like pulling teeth…
Housekeeper’s Diary So much rain. A deluge that floods the garden and sends water rolling across the pebbles to form huge puddles in the lane. The murky grass even more…
Housekeeper's Diary In the garden the purple speckled strands of whatever it is growing out of the blue watering can have tangled themselves in gorgeous knots through the fretwork of…
Housekeeper's Diary More and more now, there is clarity in my head. New ideas I would never have considered before. A realisation that there is very little set in stone…
Housekeeper's Diary I have never lived anywhere, where there seemed to be so much village on my doorstep. A real community. Proud of the place where they live and sharing…
Housekeeper's Diary There are days when gratitude is all that matters. Not for that for which you can count, or for an abundance of material things, but for kind words,…
Housekeeper's Diary A slow morning after a long night. Finally climbing into bed at four o’clock in the morning when Ste returned home after a seven freezing hours sitting in…
Housekeeper's Diary It is rare now that I write at the weekends, for there simply isn’t time, but today has been a long, lazy day and my fingers are…
Housekeepers Diary There are words in this life no sane woman wants to hear. Namely, “I’m really sorry but I have dripped fish juice all the way from the kitchen…