Friday, 30 May 2008

A wee photographic retrospective....

As we've not updated this blog for months, we thought we would do a wee photographic retrospective of life between March and May 2008....

Twiglet and Daddy working hard on the 2008 Turner Prize....



Twiglet's 2nd Birthday - April 16th 2008 - Presents Galore! HUGE thanks to everyone who helped to make it a very special day...




Twiglet makes a friend at Edinburgh Zoo...



And meets some long-lost family members....






A lovely visit from the Welsh contigent...the cousins all together...



At Loch Lomond with Auntie Elaine....



Twiglet with his best friend Maura...



Our first (and so far last!) barbeque of the year...three weeks of constant sunshine and we buy a new barbeque! Cue thunder, lightening and torrential rain...but we would NOT be outdone by the elements! (Note rather fetching gazebo style groundsheet artfully draped over washing line....)



Move over Monty Don....



Things trying to grow! Yay! (cherry tomatoes, dwarf beans, salad leaves, spring onions alongside some admittedly sad looking tulips....). Note the very clever bamboo gizmos created by Richard which Baden Powell would be justifiably chuffed with...

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Welcome To Holland....

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean, Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills... and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there.

And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things... about Holland. "


By Emily Perl Kingsley
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