You say goodbye, I say hello.

🎢🎡 Hello, hello. I know you say goodbye but I say hello. 🎢🎡
Have I got that song in your head now? If not go and listen to it. My husband will point out the lyrics are wrong but hey, he’s a big Beatles fan.

So we’re here. We’re in Japan. Everything moved so quickly after my last post that I didn’t even have much time to crochet. Shocking I know! The hubby was amazing at helping me with paperwork so I didn’t drown in it and also helping me  generally organise stuff. The kids finished French school on 22nd February as that was their half term. It seems a very long time ago now! We went to England a month later after saying goodbye to our friends in France. In the mere 18 months we lived there we met some good folk. Lots of people wishes us all a good journey and bon courage for our future endeavours. We received unexpected gifts and shed many tears. Tears of sadness, of excitement, of anxiety and of shear unabashed overwhelming gratitude for the love.
In England we saw as much family a…

The strength of the wolf is the pack

Watching the remake of the Jungle Book is quite an awe-inspiring event. Towards the end my eldest said (as the mother-wolf Raksha charges the massive tiger Shere Khan to protect Mowgli) “the mummy wolf is protecting her cub”. My instant thought was “I’m trying, my darling, I’m trying.” So much trust. Our children trust us, sure they question us and so they should but ultimately they trust us. Even though we’re moving country again, even though we’re taking them away from their new-found friends and hobbies in France, even though we’re moving further away from our family and to a place that seems so completely alien to all of us. Despite all this they trust us. I wholeheartedly love them for that. “The strength of the wolf is the pack.”

(Copyright cloudtail the snow leopard)

And as the tears roll down my cheeks at the emotional end of the Jungle Book they hand me a tissue saying “oh mummy, we love you.”  And I know I’m doing alright. They are caring, compassionate, daring, questioning, i…

Sushi rolls and geisha

It’s official, I can say it now: we’re moving to Japan! Aaaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh. I thought moving from the U.K. to France was a challenge but being 500 miles away from friends and family wasn’t difficult enough so we’re going further afield. (Now is that sarcasm or the wine talking?) As I said on my recent Instagram post “Holy sushi rolls, Batman!”

We’re all feeling a little bit overwhelmed and crazy right now. We are definitely a house full of crazy, tears, worries, research, questions and many comments of “what the *#~¥ are we doing?!” The picture above is actually me when I’d practised some yoga and was feeling a little calmer. This is the hubby and I before:

Actually we’re really excited. I in particular have always wanted to go to Japan. I’ve read many books about geisha and their role in Japanese society. I know it’s not everything but it drew me in and I want to learn more. Kyoto is definitely on my list of places to visit. Although we’ve already decided that the hubby will be the…

In between days

Hi all,
Did you have a good festive season? Ours was lovely. My parents travelled over and we all had our first Christmas in France. There was a lot of food, a lot of wine, a fake fire and a reasonable amount of presents (by that I mean not too many). Father Christmas delivered everything he was asked for and films were watched. A lot of time was spent in pyjamas and with good company, plus we played some games too. All good fun. 
Here are some of my festive photos for you. 

This is a bit of a downer: yesterday I went for a les than successful gynaecologist appointment about my endometriosis. He was nice but basically told me he wasn’t going to do anything at all, even for the pain. It was a bit of a miserable time for me as I spent ages travelling there by train (easier than driving) and hanging around for a 15 minute appointment that didn’t have any progress for my treatment of this illness. However, I was bought to earth with a bump when I saw this encampment of people in the park. 


Christmas preparations

Has anyone else gotten completely lost in Christmas preparations? I’ve made Amazon wish lists for my children (so effectively shopped twice) so our relatives know what their ever-changing far away cousins/nieces or nephews like (and thank goodness they’ve extended the same courtesy to us!). I’ve shopped and shopped either online or in shops and discovered massive, sparkling reindeer.

I’ve been trying to avoid the gilet jaune protests. I’ve organised the children getting gufts for each other (with a strict 5€ budget). I’m trying to work out what a traditional French Christmas is to give us a taste of it as we’re christmassing (is that gramatically correct?) in France for the first time. I’m planning various house cleaning/ bed changing strategies for when my parents arrive. I’ve negotiated with the children on which size tree to get. I’ve helped everyone back to health after we all suffered from a horrible virus (especially the small person). I’ve convinced my husband said tree is calle…

Are we plastic-free yet?

So are we plastic-free yet? I’ll be honest - not yet! We started this journey a while ago with ditching the plastic  all the way back in March and we’re still working on it but it’s trickier than it seems. We’re still persevering and I’m pleased with how far we’ve come. So what have we done so far? Let’s review:
In the bathroom  We’ve replaced all our toothbrushes with either bamboo or recycled/recyclable plastic ones. It took a while to discover what we all liked and what worked for the whole family but we’ve now found what we all like. I’m still of the opinion that plastic feels the nicest but now we’ve found the recycled/recyclable ones at our local organic store. I’m quite pleased and trust in the longevity of the transition. Read my full review at bamboo and recycled plastic toothbrushesI’m still working on finding the right toothpaste that’s not plastic wrapped and hope to report back with success soon.

As for other bathroom products I’m pleased to say almost all plastic is now comp…

I would like....

One day I would like to wake up feeling refreshed and ready for the day. One day I would like to wake up and not be in pain. I would like to not have to think of breakfast in terms of eating enough to take painkillers. I would like energy. Not for anything specific, just energy so I don’t feel like I’m walking through treacle. I would like to run, jump and dance about with my kids. I would like to hold down a job to relieve the financial pressure on my husband. I would like to eat a whole massive chocolate cake full of butter, wheat and sugar not have it tainted by worry of how I’ll feel tomorrow. I would like a caffeinated coffee just because I want one. I would like to be well enough to give my exhausted husband a day off. He’s exhausted because he picks up all the slack I leave in my wake. I’d like to look at my watch and not count the hours until my next painkiller. I would like to loose weight. I’d like to not have a swollen belly because of my illness. I’d like to not rely on antidepressant…