So today I bumped into an old boyfriend in the post office, as you do (this never happens).
It was really sweet seeing him again, especially as the last time we met up was about 17 whole years ago-and now we're 35 and 36 respectively.
Wow.
Life is busy right now. Crazy busy but I've never been happier. I love being rather manic, it's my default mode, and doing what I love: blogging and all that that entails is constantly stretching and stimulating me. I feel ALIVE people!
I literally can't believe my baby boy, Xander turned 3 on Sunday, my charming, loveable, second born son is simply growing up too quickly and I'd like it to stop, STOP I tell you- I want him to remain my baby always, and I suppose he always will be just that, my littlest, youngest love.
Last weekend saw my youngest son, Alexander turn 2, two whole years!
I know every parent on the planet says the same thing, but doesn't time fly, people?!
My gorgeous and oh so glam-'can you believe she's 50' Aunty Zak flew in from Marbella where she and her husband Chris live, to celebrate her 50th in Leeds with all her closest family and friends. And boy was it a Big Glam Greek 50th!
...It's party time. Well not until tomorrow but it's imminent. The '2 year old in a teenager's body' is having a party. We've selected the venue (his favourite softplay centre): small, easy to get to, fabulous toys including his favourite 'the oven', always pristine sans the ubiquitous childrens' dribble and I don't actually have to get into the ball pit as visibility from the seating area/magazine stand is peripheral.
