A Wedding Encounter

2019/07/03 – Elizabeth, London

‘Have you ever watched Four weddings and a funeral?’ was my Dad’s question when I rang him after yet another’you really are a lovely girl but I’m sorry I don’t see this going anywhere’ message after a date. I hadn’t – and for those of you who haven’t either it is all about people meeting at weddings.

Well, the next day I had a wedding to attend and it did not quite go like the film. Our mutual friends had said that we would get on because we both liked a drink so I thought at least I’ll be able to get drunk and forget about the previous boy. The wedding was beautiful: The bride looked stunning and it was so lovely to see everyone, some of which I had not seen since I’d left university.

The wedding finished at 11pm – quite early I thought – so after a little bit of persuasion (not huge amounts are needed when alcohol and going out are involved I might add) I found myself in town with the boy I’d met just hours before. He was lovely and we chatted until the bar closed. We left the bar and he was such a gent. While walking to the taxi, he gave me his jacket because I was cold. And then he came in the taxi with me to make sure I got to my friend’s flat ok.

If this has shown me anything, it is that chivalry isn’t as dead as others seem to prove sometimes and that sometimes, just sometimes, Dad is right.

July 2019 – Week 28

This week has been ridiculous at work. I worked as much as I normally do in the weeks running up to Christmas. To say I am overtired and very grumpy is a bit of an understatement. But then there are holidays to pay for and things I like to get so maybe I should not grumble too much and see it as a blessing in disguise. Well I can try at least. But then I like having a good moan every now and then and work is a great target for it.

It has started to dawn on me that our wonderful au pair is going to leave us soon and I am really going to miss her. We have found as new one already, French too, from the same area as well, so I see that as a good omen. She seems very nice too and she exchanged a lot of emails with our current one which hasn’t put her off so fingers crossed we are on to another winner here.

July is a funny month. It’s a run up to the summer holidays. It seems to go quicker than other months and it marks the end for so many things. Or maybe it just feels like it now because once you have kids, they define the course of the year. For many years.

As you can tell, not a lot has happened this week. In fact I’m not entirely sure where it’s gone.

Much love marvelous people. Candidly yours, TC.


July 2019 – Week 27

Pinch, punch, seventh month of the year.  Or something like that. Now wee are officially in July, the first half of 2019 is over and done with. Scary stuff. Time passes so much quicker when you get older and have to deal with the mundane stuff of going to work and paying bills. It also means we are now closer to Christmas. Just saying.

I am still running and I have now inspired a couple of fellow mums from school to go running with me. We don’t go together all the time but it is q great motivation and actually despite my lone ranger attitude when it comes to sports quite fun to run with others. I also improves my social life so I will definitely keep it up. Go me.

It has been another week of working a lot but I guess I just have to grit my teeth and stick with it, it should slow down a bit over the summer. I don’t mind being busy at work but when it goes into the early hours of the morning it throws my body clock out of sync entirely and a day off gets lost in just hanging around rather than using it to do things.

My youngest has been very excited this week because it is his school fair on Sunday and of course we all went to support the school. As soon as we arrived, my older two just disappeared into the masses and the small one immediately spotted the water fight area so he was busy too. That left me to find myself some lactofree cake – I am still in mourning over my loss of cheese and butter – and wander around, chit chatting with other mums for a bit.

After an hour and a half, I collected one very wet child, two still dry ones and an au pair from various points around the school, fed them all a burger on the way home and back we went. Overall, a decent week. I like weeks like this.

Much love marvelous people. Candidly yours, TC.

June 2019 – Week 26

This week has officially been the end of my life. I am not joking. Last week, I had visited my GP because I have some unflattering issues with my stomach. Some days more, some days less, I sport a defined pregnant look. And I have been getting rather fed up with it as I am otherwise quite. So I have endured a number of tests – did I ever mention I am horrified of having my blood taken. One of them is a lactose intolerance test, which is done by means of exclusion as some of you might know. Well, as it turned out, cutting out dairy is bloody hard. Do you know how much milk powder is in the most randomest of things? All my lovely granola and muesli bars are out of window and I am stuck with those yucky and boring grain bars.

It also turned out that when I reintroduce milk into my diet, my shall we say ‘internal’ reaction gets so much worse every time. So undignified. And gross. TMI, I know. So it is safe to say, dairy is now my enemy. Which means no milk obviously. And no butter, no cheese, no cream cakes and a hell of a lot of other stuff I love to eat. Please kill me now. Also, why on earth is there milk powder in bread??

As my middle son is also lactose intolerant – and now I understand his suffering so much more – I am going to start changing most dairy products for the entire family to soy. And I’m experimenting with nut milks and so far coconut is definitely my favourite. Still, walking past the cheese counter brings tear to my eyes. I am however already experimenting with butter replacements in cake – I will not be defeated on this front, I just need to be a little creative. So far, I am stuck on making madeleines and they are delicious.

I might even start writing about my dairy free cake days, once I manage more than one type of the stuff. So watch this space.

Much love marvelous people. Candidly yours, TC.

June 2019 – Week 25

¬†This week did not start with cake like the last one but at least it did with good intentions. After taking up my running again, I am sticking with it. It’s hard. But I fond dropping the little one to school and going right after the school run works a treat. Fingers crossed I see it through this time, it is quite hot the last few days and that was my undoing last year.

Work has been a doddle this week too, but then I managed to squeeze in a little visit to the motherland which has been a lovely and very welcome break. I spend the day in a beautiful city called Mainz, visiting the Chagall windows in St. Stephan, walking along the Rhine and the old city and eating way too much food. Not that difficult on the last count, I love German food (obviously) and walking makes me hungry as hell. Just like running. It was nice spending some time with my parents too, it is always a lot calmer and more relaxed without the boys there.

I am starting to get more and more homesick if I’m honest and I’m hoping to see a lot more of home in the future. I am even thinking about moving back a lot sooner than I originally planned, but for now I will not make any rash decisions and just appreciate the fact I live close to an airport. Yes, yes I am fully aware of my carbon footprint, but as long as those flights are on offer at a reasonable price, that plane will fly wether I’m on it or not. So for now, give me a break.

Much love marvelous people. Candidly yours, TC.

Southbank Sunsets

2019/06/13 – Kat, London

Even though I am no longer involved with this boy I wanted to write about our first date anyway because it’s one of the few dates I had that went well.

We met at Waterloo station. At first I thought he was a catfish because he said he was outside M&S and the only person I could see was a middle-aged bloke with a beer belly (dad bod would be too kind). Turns out Waterloo station has two M&S, so crisis averted. We walked to the Southbank and chatted and had drinks before lunch. Then we chatted and drunk some more. We got on so well and the conversation as well as the alcohol just flowed.

In the evening, we stood on the millennium bridge and watched the sunset. It was a really promising first date and we did go on to have a few more. I could not fault him at all, He was a real gent. At least until he messaged to say I was a nice girl but he did not see this going any further. A BS excuse a large part of the male population like to use it seems, and to add insult to injury he texted me while I was at a friend’s wedding.

Obviously I was disappointed and quite surprised as the day before we had arranged our next date and planned a trip away together when he called it quits but thinking about it now I’m not sure it would have worked and there are plenty more fish in the sea.

June 2019 – Week 24

A week that starts with a surplus of cake can’t be bad at all can it? Normally not. But somehow this one was yet again a bit on the ‘meh’ side. Boring and uneventful. Nothing to report other than going to work and cooking dinner and all the dreadful household stuff you have to do that never gets any less. Bleugh.

I did however, finally, and I am ashamed to admit this, go back to running again. Not for the starting running again but very much for not doing so for erm …. about ten months. I am not overweight but after three kids, any excess fat I have very rudely accumulates around my waste and creates this look of permanent semi progressed pregnancy that is really unflattering. In other words I am sporting a muffin top that is decorating my favourite jeans in the most unflattering way.

Last year, I had been really disciplined with my diet and running and had a great figure over the summer, but then let it slip when we had a hot spell as I really struggle to run when it is extremely hot. So this was the week when I decided enough is enough and I need to exercise again. For body and mind. And to look better in those jeans again.

Dear Lord, I am an unfit blob. I did manage four runs. All around 3k, but I swear I was close to dying on every single one. My legs were killing me. My body aches and I sound like a steam train every time I am out there. But I will persevere. Because I like running. And if I repeat this often enough, I really will.

Much love marvelous people. Candidly yours, TC.