Close The Door, Go Explore....

Sometimes it is nice to remember there is a real world out there, away from the www, life is sometimes too short to be staring at a computer screen and it is then when I want to get out, feel the sun/cold upon my face see real people, see a little of real life. Here is some of my Real life this last week in one or two photographs.... 

Big Ben looked lovely with the sun shining on it's cheery face....

I would love my front door painted this pretty colour....

How lucky I was to be able to share my country walk with one of these magnificent creatures....

It made my heart sing to hear the laughter of my children at the puppet show....

Fairground rides with beeping horns to be enjoyed by little boys, was fun to watch....

Visiting swish fashion houses, making me think, I would like to work here....

Upside down aeroplanes indoors, not a sight I get to see everyday.... 

So, although the www has it's place, for me, it is good for the soul to spend time in the real world.

Go on, close the door, just take yourself, your loved ones, and go explore....

Coming To Find You, Ready Or Not....

Ohooo dear I have been here before, and each time I come back again, the feeling grows stronger and stronger. I am not attention seeking, I am not looking for pleeease dont go's and a million comments. I am feeling impulsive. I am hovering over that delete blog button. Have I come to the end of my blog road. Or actually, is the fact that after nearly two years of blogging, and I feel like I am really only at the beginning of my life journey, have I got so much more to give. Have you ever hovered.

I need a kick up the you know whatsit to make me stop feeling so sorry for myself. I feel like my life is like the waltzers, going round, and round, and round, yet I am never really achieving anything. Mondays to Sunday's all merge into one.

Yes, having my family is the greatest gift I have been given, but where am I in all of this. The actress, the air-hostess, the worker, the wage earner, the social lover of parties, high heeling mini skirt wearing lady I kinda loved and knew so well. The lipstick, the nails, the parties are no more. Has she gone never to return. Should I accept who I have become. Is 36 too old to get back on that ladder....

 I am bored, is it so wrong to admit that being only a mummy is making me feel insecure. I need more to make me feel worthwhile, more than a lovely kiss on the forehead every morning and I love yous from the husband.

*sigh* what I need to do is get off here and do something about finding me again. Though if I am honest, I am scared that I wont find her....

If you happen to have a cold, wet fish in your hand, would you kindly and promptly slap me with it, thank you....

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