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A post full of gratitude. This is for all the lovely people in the blogging world that hit follow on my blog.

Thank you for your support.

When I re-started blogging a few weeks ago, I never thought I’d be viewed let alone read and increase my followers as much as I have. Sometimes I don’t write in straight lines, sometimes I write on a high of life and other times I write from the depths of a low. Any which way, it’s always from the heart. So thank you, a million times for sticking with my ramblings. I hope you will keep me honest and stick with me for as long as you can.

Here are pictures from our park trip this morning. Delilah and I went to Shibden Hall Park with her big cousin Rowan and Uncle Gaz. We played on the swings and took a walk round. It was so sunny, I even caught my shoulders. Uncle Gaz saved the life of a little frog that had it’s leg stuck in a plastic ball and surprisingly there a a ton of frogs mating in the little boat lake.

To my 67 – again thank you. I hope you managed to enjoy a sunny day no matter where you are in the world.

Xoxo, L

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Essentials: A Weeks Needs of an Erratic, Almost 30 Year Old

I browse blogs on the daily, and from my reading of this and that I have found that lists are an essential part of a bloggers repertoire. So here it is. A list, in all its listy goodness. A list of things that this lass can’t live without on a daily basis. Well, this week at least.

1. Tea. Tea in almost any form. Yorkshire tea, ginger tea, redbush tea, earl grey to name a few. Ultimate favourite is English Breakfast. It is undeniably the most delicious tea.

2. Moisturiser. As in face and body. I’m using Simple hydrating moisturiser. It’s currently on offer at Superdrug. I like this one, it’s light, easy to apply and not tacky to the touch. For body I’m using FM anti-cellulite lotion. I love this stuff! It’s super hydrating, the appearance of my skin (especially thighs) has improved so much. The fragrance is not too heavy and the consistency is light and great for straight out of the shower. It doesn’t take an age to sink in either. I’m currently selling FM, take a look at my catalogue. Want anything? Just find my email address on this page and let me know how I can help.

3. Baby wipes. Such a mum thing. Mommas- you just know. There are so many things I now use baby wipes for. Absolutely everything. Sticky baby hand – baby wipes. Make up mishap – baby wipes. Skirtingboard looking a bit smudged – baby wipes. Spill an entire coffee over tescos cafe – whole packet of baby wipes. Cat brings you a dead spid. – baby wipes. Sudden urge to freshen up after walking up a steep hill – baby wipes.

I don’t ever remember a time before baby wipes to be honest. They’re just so handy and always a reach away.

I love Johnson’s. They are my preferred. I’ve been lucky enough to get them on offer in a box of 12 packs for about £6. Asda has them on offer in their baby event, I always make sure I have a changing draw full.

4. Red delicious. Apples. I’m not an apple eater, but if I can buy red delicious you can bet your bottom dollar I’ll eat 4 a day. My local asda recently got them in, and they only have them occasionally. I’m on my third bag this week. I adore the dark red bitter, tough skin on the contrasting pure white, sweet flesh. Crisp and juicy; like an apple should be. You can keep the rest, they’re not worth it to me.

5. Cuticle oil. I was a Jamberry consultant. I adore their cuticle oil. Despite not selling the stock any more (I was spending more than earning), I will always use their products. Jamberry cuticle oil smells like marzipan. I have great nails, and I’d credit this to a mainly decent diet and my favourite cuticle care. A drop on each nail bed and you’re sorted.

6. Gossip Girl. Yes, I am behind the trend. Yes I know, years and years behind. You can keep the lot, I find Serena tiring and predictable. Dan is just a little too nice (so far), little J, PH-lease, I am so over her. Yet I continue to watch purely for my love of Blair. I’m hooked on the Blair and Chuck relationship. I hate that all I want is for B to end up happy…. I know we’re talking fictional characters here people, but I just relate for some reason.

7. Chocolate weetabix slice. A recipe I followed from healthy mummy. It’s relatively healthy, 170 cals a slice and divine for an afternoon snack.

8. A local news page on facebook. I’m hooked on the stories. It’s real life, and I have a keen interest in helping to make where I live a better place. What surprises me is how playground the comments become, how closed minded and ignorant some of the residents are. In my humble opinion, people should stay shtum if they have nothing constructive to stay. I have to admit, I have put in my two pennies worth recently out of anger. At least my responses are written with actual coherent words.

So here it is. The weeks list. Okay, it’s not things I can’t live without. The list could have been a bit longer but I’m coming down from a caffeine buzz and it’s later than what I would usually post. So apologies if my rambling isn’t flowing very well.

Xoxo, L

Branching Out

I’m giving myself a task next week. I’m going to make the effort to go to a baby related group every day.

I am, without a doubt an introvert. I am happy in my own little world, but that little world is mighty small sometimes. I never fall out with anyone, I simply loose contact. Although this hasn’t had a major impact on my life, I am worried that I don’t keep friends close enough to lean on if I ever need it. Maybe a selfish outlook, but I see everyone has someone. My closest friends are either miles away or just as good as I am for keeping in contact.

So the plan is to make some mum friends. I managed today perfectly well.

We always spend Tuesday with my mum, and my sweet niece. Today way no different. We walked the 3 and a half mile trip to Brighouse and tried out a little play gym called Rowley Poleys. I’ve been once before with my sister-in-law and the kiddies loved it. Tons of activities for them, different sections with different toys in as well as good facilities and a sweet little cafe. I spoke with two other mums and had no issue. I’m not shy, I’m just in my own little bubble most of the time. The other mums were truly lovely and shared their birth stories with me. I do hope to meet them again some time, they’ve almost restored my faith in other parents. After a strange encounter with a mum, who tried to sell me a pram while I put my daughter in a pram to leave a play group, I was convinced I was better off without mum friends.

Delilah had a blast in the ball pool section. Her big cousin threw raisins at her from a high chair while she sucked the life out if a tomato when they stopped for lunch(still no teeth).

Me and mum were done in by the time we had walked home up that huge hill on the way back from Brighouse. At least we hit the step count for the day. We did however get caught in the rain. Rainhoods up babies!

I know I’m bias, but she is the cutest. My little sunshine.

Xoxo, L

Kids or Gang Culture?

I live in a little village in the outskirts of Bradford, West Yorkshire. I’ve lived here my entire life, bar a stint at university. It has always been a sweet place with a decent community. And this is still the case for the most part.

We converse by our Facebook groups, support the local shops and generally have a quiet life style. That is until the last six months to a year, when our village has been terrorized by teen gangs.

It has come to light, especially since the festive period that we are over run by ‘kids’ and their idea of fun. It stops being fun when people are feeling threatened, unsafe and victimised. Some residents have had personal dealings with these ‘kids’ and agreed to speak with me, they shared shocking truths about what had happened.

A source told me: When the weather was icy her younger brother (23) who has Autism, had been targeted. The gang of children threw ice balls at her brother while he was on his motorbike, they hit his helmet and almost knocked him off. He hadn’t been riding long, so his confidence had been knocked by the hit to the head. He continued home to be followed by the group where the abuse continued.

When he had entered his home, the group tried to trash his bike. He went back out to confront them; to tell them to leave his property alone, this is when they picked up steel bars from a near by building site and swung at him. They were about 15 years of age and there were 5 of them in this group. With Autism, there is an increased risk of an angry outburst. With age difference, we all know that the 23 year old would be the one arrested in this situation if anything was to happen.

My source has had multiple dealings with these teens, and continued sharing what had happened.

A daughter, of 3 years old in the house with her mum. The village had icy weather about a month ago and this young family was targeted. The teens threw ice balls at the 3 year old child, who lucky shut the front door before she was hit with the ice.

The same mother was again targeted by our village park. She’s had bricks throw at her, barely missing her face. The police were called. They never came out to the call. This mother has had threats of her home being smashed up, and her car being smashed up.

As residents we shouldn’t have to live in fear of barely legal teenagers. We shouldn’t have to worry about going out after 6pm and being confronted by idiot pre-adults who get a kick out of acts of terrorism. The most punishment these single cell organisms have had, has been a 48 hour ban from the village. [Picture taken from Google]

They’ve wrecked buses, bus stops, local family run businesses, bigger stores. They’ve smashed windows of vans and attempted to cause physical harm to residents, and I am sure there are stories we are not privy to. They’ve shot cats with air rifles, and caused harm with fireworks. They’ve stolen and damaged private property. They’ve cause brawls at the local academy and pubs.

We need as a community to realise this isn’t kids playing mischief. This is gang culture. Gangs trying to rule territory and dominate the locals. It has to be time to introduce a more strict way of handling things before vigilante groups start popping up and dealing with issues themselves.

The age of these miscreants shouldn’t matter. If they do the crime, they should be paying the price. I hope that council members can help, I hope that the police can step up and seriously hope that was get our village back.

Have you ever had any dealings with teens like this? It would be great to hear from you and what your opinion is or what you experience has been.

Xoxo, L.

Family Sunday: Burnsal

Sunday’s are for lazy mornings in bed, playing peek-a-boo and planning an afternoon out. It’s for cats and babies to become friends.

Bacon butties and a coffee later we were packed up ready to trip out to our favourite spot in the Dales. It was where my Grandma grew up and I spent many childhood afternoons walking by the river Wharfe, as well as swimming in the deeper parts of the water. Burnsal has my heart and I really can’t wait for warmer weather for more visits. I even like the drive to and from. The scenery is so beautiful, I have convinced myself that when I’ve made my millions I’ll be living there. And that’s not an ‘if’ it’s a certain when.

Delilah in her sling, demon dog on his lead and we set out for our picnic by the river. It wasn’t as warm as the weather forecast had promised, but we’d packed a flask of coffee to keep us warm. Delilah threw bread on the floor while we had a sandwich and Aro whined longingly to be let off the lead to do what he does best.

Demon dog got his way. He took large stretched out leaps around the field and just like his name sake flew very quickly dead set in his chosen direction. He’s pretty good off the lead and generally comes back when called. He also stays close by and follows when you walk. So despite his nickname he’s really a gem when we’re out and about. I love to watch him stride on a good run. He’s got sighthound in him making him pretty fast. Although I once let him play with a whippet who ran circles round him, poor boy had never been out run before. He’s a good old mix of greyhound, whippet and collie and he’s at his happiest running about like the mad thing he is.

Man skimmed stones on the river. Delilah and I wobbled about on the stoney river bank; dreaming of sunnier days to come as the impending rain clouds got closer to our haven. Man took some pictures for memories, they didn’t turn out that badly. Actually love Delilah’s face in both pictures of her.

I love Sundays like today. They’re good for the soul. We’ve decided to make a list of places relatively close by to visit for the rest of the year. We figured a little adventure every other weekend would be a great escape from the mundane sometimes.

Happy Sunday lovers.

Xoxo, L

Pen Pals

Once long long a go, I had a pen pal. I’m not sure what made me think of my pen pal this afternoon, but I’ve found myself replaying old memories and she popped up.

Her name was Rachel and she lived in Cornwall. Her grandparents rented their beautiful house out ever year for the holiday season and that’s how we met.

The house was a three bedroom detached with a pool, an edible garden and orchard. I’m pretty sure we spent 4 or 5 summers at this beautiful house. The lady (Jean) and her husband (Ray) were always so welcoming. They looked after us, even though that wasn’t part of the holiday rental agreement. They were the kindest couple. Fun loving and gentle, they helped to fill our home from home with sunshine.

I met Rachel and her brother Mark one day while we were swimming in the pool. Rachel and I were a similar age and her brother Mark was a similar age to my brother. We had a love of nail polish in common and that’s all it took for an eight year-old me to develop a new friendship. We spent 2 weeks of the holidays together for a few years before we decide to write each other. We wrote before becoming too busy for one another. The time between letters got longer and eventually we just stopped writing.

The first ever letter I got from my pen pal was written in different coloured ink. It must have taken an age to write, and I was envious of how her writing looked so perfect to me. My handwriting changed all the time, as a child this was slightly annoying. Even now it’s never the same and it depends on my mood as to how it looks. I attribute this to my mental issues, but I like this. I don’t like to always be the same after all.

I miss writing letters. Taking pride and time in cursive script and double checking all my spellings. I must have wrote and re-wrote my letters a dozen times before I finally sealed an envelope and stuck on a stamp. I miss pretty stationery. I miss the pure art of letter writing and what technology doesn’t give us.

I’m open to a pen pal. It would be great to have a go. Read without judgement and write just the same. There is something so personal about a hand written letter. Raw and beautiful. Fancy having a go? Get to my contact page and email me; we could switch addresses and start putting that cursive to good use.

Xoxo, L.

Exhausted

This morning was great. Up early, did a workout ate a banana and a Healthy Mummy smoothie and got picked up for a morning play date with my sweet nieces.

We went to one of our fave spots. Shibden Hall Park. It was a drizzly, over cast morning so it was pretty empty. We grabbed a coffee and got a picture of all the girls together, then headed up to the park to play.

Second workout of the day was pushing Scarlett on the swings. When I say swings I don’t mean conventional. I mean the big heavy net ones that swing and spin in all directions. Have you ever tried stopping one with a child on?! I’ll confirm; they are heavy. Pretty sure that will do for shoulders for a few days.

Stopped for lunch and had a salad to stay healthy. Yes, I’m being really good still… that’s 5 whole days. I better be slim and strong tomorrow!!

Had a phone call too when we were on our way home. We’re no further along in THE issue and I’m about to blow a gasket. How much more will I have to endure? How much longer will my patience last? And with the last question sweet heart, your guess is literally as good as mine.

This afternoon; dog pacing the room as baby had just eaten some snacks as he needed the loo. I open the front door to let him out in the garden. I shit you not, 2 perfectly white and fluffy feathers were just sat there. Right on the door step. Not sure how or why, and I’m always sceptical but this has to be a sign of better things to come. Then Aro (aka, demon dog) ate one. Stuck his wet nose in it, and licked it right up. I put the other in my purse in hope that it will act as some good luck charm. So maybe I’ll play the borderline believer now. The universe is going to take care of it? Maybe?

A white feather symbolises the following in the religion I would associate myself with (paganism):

• Peace

• Purity

• A glimpse or moment of awakening (like seeing number such as 11:11 Or 12:12)

• Trust and faith

• Hope

• Blessings &Connection with the moon

• Protection

• A visit from an angel

Here’s hoping right!?!

White feather blessings to you all.

Xoxo, L