catching up with 2010

so much wanted to register here little ones growing up that I have missed to post for a whole three months. How did that happen? Am I in the future? Jan 2010 seem like a date set in the future, when I have four children,  Dan and  I have been together for 13 years and  I have been living  in England for 13 years.

I miss my Country. Fresh bread for breakfast, grandmas coffee, teenagers being nice, neighbours who know you better , cousins, friendship made simple, sun, torrential rain in the winter, the ligh in the morning…It is playing more and more on my mind to just go back.

For a start I would have a better looking prime minister


el’s brighton









picking up El from Brighton , being an invasion in his house and heading to the beach before returning home

Tour of Brighton by Tuc Tuc




this driver is clearly proud

tidying the untidy



Some spots of this house are very untidy. Places where everybody dumps everything. The chest of drawers are for toys, books, remotes, shop receipts and other pocket paraphernalia. The kitchen table is for the post, newspapers (which I really would love to read),  free supermarket magazines with what seem yummy recipes, children’s books,  and school letters. The fridge door is with letters for hospital appointments, as if I couldn’t think of a better place for them. This disarray from time to time disappears, only to reappear straight after.

I have mastered to not step on toys left on the floor. While before I would tidy them into their respective places, now I just put them up on chairs, benches, tables, or whatever available surface that is not the floor.  Before I would also make everything disappear before visitors would turn up – but now we just celebrate that we are in child territory.

ministry of silly kicks







Showing that football and ballet can use the same positions.

What is the dog doing?

For the real thing, Ministry of Silly Walks. Or  Sean Lock, or Jason Manford.

marvellous idea



Radio discussion about pre-nuptial contracts: a listener called in saying that “pre-nuptial contracts don’t work because at the end everything is contested!” (love english humor!). But another listener called in saying that wedding contracts should not be for life but only for five years. No joke, he was serious. Shebang – what a marvellous idea! Gosh, how come no one ever though about this one before. As I never wanted to get married, and am not married, this to me would be the perfect solution. After five years, if both parts would wish, the “contract” could be extended.

It would only rip benefits, I thought, no more contested divorces and fat divorce fees (one doesn’t want to divorce, the other just waits for the contract to finish); and a possibility of a party every five years?


I think this is so sad, because the bride seems to pay more attention to her newly found “friends” than to the groom.

we love betty







Family and friends gathering together on a beautiful hot and showery day to mark the second anniversary of Betty’s death. Betty is my aunt, the youngest of eight siblings. She died of breast cancer two years ago at the age of 43 leaving behind a two year old daughter, a 13 year old son and a 19 years old daughter. Her cancer struggle and death broke our hearts. Her children left without a mum shattered us behond belief.

Family and friends living in different parts of the world expressed their sadness in a memorial blog

Asthonishing figures:

In the UK in 2007 there were 12,082 deaths from breast cancer; 11,990 (99%) of these were in women and 92 (1%) were in men.

In the UK in 2007, there were 155,484 deaths from cancer (more info: Cancer Research UK)