Nostalgia

It is 11.11.11. (By the way, did you know that in America they write it 11.11.11 - weird huh?) An event which only comes
In a world full of shimmering gems of nostalgia - offering so much more than the boxy logic of Lego, why couldn't we have a celluloid interpretation of something more inspiring? Listen up, producers of America, I'm pitching...
Time has wings. The child you kiss goodnight tonight has no clue that she will soon be standing over the bed of her own daughter wondering how she got here. She will recall the days she spent making cakes and memories with you as she plans the same activity with her little ones.
Bonfire Night. Well, I had one too many vinos for starters, and a punishing pain to my left temple on Sunday morning told
It is a night when staunch traditionalists curse the Yanks for this loathsome export, but a night when the once-ET Generation, now parents ourselves, relish the opportunity to be kids again and party for no apparent reason. No one celebrates a pointless holiday quite as well as our friends from across the Pond who make the scary movies....
Harvest festival. Corn dollies, scarecrows and all manner of crafting entertainment for kids. The time of year that signals
My home is stuffed with precious things. None more so than this small box of envelopes. After 65 years secreted away in a
Yesterday my 4 year old brought home one of those delightful surprises that so often come from his Nursery. It was this marvellous
We may not call it 'Fall' over here, but I felt all Chicken Licken this week when sharp prickly objects started dropping
Lego. A timeless crowd-pleaser. Now, to be honest, today's Lego session was borne out of guilt. My little man has been kicking