Why I don't..

The door is closed. It's closed but she can still hear whats going on outside of the room. Sometimes there's raised voices, other times it's quiet. Sometimes she can hear the other children playing and laughing.
That's the worst part of it, knowing that they are normal, happy, safe. It's as if it compounds her solitude, her anxiety, her fear.
She stands at the end of her small bed, nervously wringing her clammy hands.
Her heart is pumping fast, adrenalin from fear courses through her little body.
Her mind races, thinking sad things like if she stands and looks attentive maybe it will go better for her than if she was just sitting. Maybe it would soften what was coming, as if she can in some invisible way influence her predicament.

Maybe she'll be forgiven. And this will all just go away.
She knows deep down her hope is pointless. She knows. But she can't help desperately hoping.
Her body trembles with nervousness as each minute ticks by, filling her gut with cold dread. It's almost as if this is the worst part. The waiting.

Recipe Friday: Pear and Almond Pudding

This is easy and delicious. It is actually a dessert that I think tastes even better the next day, so if you can bring yourself to leave it alone once it's out of the oven, it'll be even tastier tomorrow.

PEAR AND ALMOND PUDDING

myPhoto week

Here are some snaps of our week. Enjoy!

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Blissed out...

I love that term. Blissed out. It really captures it's own meaning.
Even the sound of saying it rolls of the tongue with an happy lilt.

It's when everything in life aligns to be just right. Just perfect.
You get this profound sense of satisfaction and wellbeing.
As if just being there in the moment is healing and nourishing to the soul.

Sometimes these moments are literally just that, fleeting moments, sifting all too
quickly through our busy lives. Sometimes they last longer for a few hours even a day or more.

These moments of true bliss don't have to wait to be enjoyed on the perfect tropical holiday, or a romantic date, or a birthday party. We organize those things, hoping that bliss will come. How often though have you just being stressed out by the big birthday event or the holiday that was meant to be relaxing.

Recipe Friday: Eton Mess

I've made this a couple of times in the last few months and it's become a firm favorite.
Again the recipe is simple (you can tell I'm into simple recipes, it's harder to stuff them up you know.)

It might seem like a few processes but as long as you have a kitchen mixer it's easy .
 So here goes...

ETON MESS:

The Bubble Bath Tornado

The bubble monster in his natural environment.

Water.

Noah.

Water meet Noah. You two will be best of friends.

Bubbles meet water and Noah.

Together you are a hurricane of splashing, laughter, spluttering, squeals of joy, shouting and slipping and sliding of almost catastrophic proportions.

Catastrophic at least for the bathroom.

Butterflies in the garden.

The other day I was reading a book in our living room whilst Noah was outside playing, from where I was sitting I could peek around and check up on him intermittently. It was a beautifully warm and sunny day and the door was open to let the breeze through.

All of a sudden Noah gallops through the doorway with an excited smile on his face.
"Daddy daddy!"
"Yes mate?" I look up from my book.
"Bullaflies! Bullaflies! Bullaflies!" He exclaims excitedly, whilst pointing to the garden.

Noah loves butterflies, we have quite a lot of them around our area and he loves chasing the little white ones in our garden.

"Butterflies huh?" He nods again, a huge smile on his face.

Too old for marriage??

When I’m talking with someone and I tell him or her that I am married the person who I am talking with generally gives me an almost sympathetic, baleful look. As if to say, with downcast eyes 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.” Like someone or something has died or like I have a terminal illness. They try to mask what they’re thinking but I can see them trying to figure out if I may have been forced into an arranged marriage or if my wife is a cavewoman, who clubbed me over the head, dragged me back to a cave and I am now a captive cavewoman’s husband.

The shock is even more apparent when they learn that I have 2 children under the age of 3. Like their minds cannot comprehend the fact that someone under 35 is capable of caring for a little human let alone themselves. Or my suspicion is that it is more likely they cannot comprehend anyone wanting to give up their freedom at such a young age, and that children are like an after thought of life “oh yeah, I’m 39 I guess I better pop out a kid now. I guess I’ve done most of what I’ve wanted to do, its now or never.”

When these people they find out my age I still often get the “Geez you’re young!” comments a lot.

Even from old people who are long married and “settled down”.

And it’s always annoyed me.