Today we went to Grantchester Fair, where we saw lots of people in wellies, lots of craft stalls, lots of dogs and horses and some swordfighting. It was great fun and the hog roast finished off the day very nicely!

Swingers

Now I'm the king of the swingers

Oh, the jungle VIP

I've reached the top and had to stop

And that's what botherin' me

I wanna be a man, mancub

And stroll right into town

And be just like the other men

I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

Up The Gogs

Last week, The Little Emperor and I took Oscar the Lurcher up to the Gog Magog Hills in Stapleford. We had a great walk, apart from the swarms of flying ants up there. The view from the top is spectacular, you can see all of Cambridge. We saw a helicoptor fly over really close, which Roman adored, and because it was so windy, leaned into the wind arms spread to try and take off ourselves. Wonderful.

England, My England.

I took Pippa for a walk yesterday and captured the exact spirit of what I call home. Simply because, She lives in the road where I grew up. Even though I don't live there anymore, in fact, haven't for many years, when I walk her here I feel safe.

It's a very pretty place with a park just next to it, the haunt of many a happy summer afternoon called out to me and all at once I remembered it all. I am so lucky that I grew up in such a lovely place where it was safe to roam as a child untill twilight, when the call of "DINNER!" was shouted by several parents at once. Calling us back home. I am now fortunate enoough that my son will be able to experience this same place also, wandering the coppice and swimming in the river, watching the horses and deer and playing on the park. Languishing in the sun as a teen and hopefully bringing his own children back here one day.

Some will say, "it's just a park, just a space, something ordinary", it's not. It's home, It is England to me.

Panicdemic

What is all this Swine Flu business about? I thought I might have caught it because I came out all over in rashers(sorry!). So I phoned the NHS helpline but all I got was crackling(couldn't help it!).

Cat In A Cup

Nuff Said

But why?

Why do people keep talking to me like I'm an idiot? Am I really presenting myself that way? Honestly, everyone is doing it. What is it people really imagine me to be doing all the time? Do I sit on my backside all day doing nothing? No... I'd like to remind the universe that I am a mother, self employed, a chef, a housekeeper(not just my own), a wife, a dog walker, I run 2 blogs, I'm about 3 people's PA..... I am quite capable of understanding what I am told and of knowing when I'm being lied to. Or messed around, taken advantage of and the list goes on. I am in fact.. A Grown Up. Just because I occasionally do childish things doesn't make me a baby. I think a few people better take a look much closer to home before starting on me!