Monthly Archives: June 2019

What you know at five years old…

These two met in primary one:

Now we’ve got kids of our own starting primary one and it’s a proper headf**k.

In our heads we’re not old enough – or mature enough – for this.

But turns out half of us are 40 now. Not me, I am but a spring chicken at 36.

Last night Lorna (above), her husband Dave, Helen, John and other old friends got together for Jen’s 40th. We love her parents (they let us use their fabulous Florida villa for our honeymoon) and it was a very special reunion for the kids who met at school and grew up and away and came back again.

We must have been extra-lucky, Rod and I, because we’re both still close to our primary pals. There’s something weighty about friendships that have withstood adolescence and university and careers across continents.

I want that for our kids.

You can’t help but project when your 4 year old informs you: “I’m going to marry Ailsa Murray”, the same day he tells you he does  “really love Willow, I can’t stop hugging her” and asks repeatedly if Ella can come to play.

I’ve only been in Edinburgh three years but I’ve gathered a group of wonderful women around me, whose kids I love and whose lives I’m totally in tune with. It makes me so happy to think of us all growing up together. I particularly love it when their daughters talk about “Auntie Kim” and ask me to paint their nails and braid their hair. “God she should have been your daughter,” they laugh as I reply “She is – I just get the best bits then hand her back.”

[“Well I’m sending her to you when she gets pregnant at 16” is usually the tart reply]

We got a bit emotional last night as everyone drunkenly told each other how much they meant to them. Jen’s mum, whom we love to bits, put her arms round Rod and I and reminded us how hard you have to work at a marriage, but you do it because you love each other.

It’s our 12 year anniversary today.

We got married when I was 24.

We met when I was five.

And no, it’s not all easy, and you do have to fight through the hard bits, but I love him endlessly. He bought me flowers and -gasp – wrote me a card today, so I reckon he probably loves me back. It looks like I knew a good one when I saw him.

Perhaps KD has met The One already true enough…

PS Rod wants me to add that I got him nothing.

Well, I wrote him this.

 

 

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Decking in Edinburgh COMPLETE!

Are you ready for the big reveal? Have you already read part 1?!

I’ll show you wee bits of it and save the best for last.decking in edinburghIn all, it took two men 18 hours to turn my ugly, multi-level, crazy-paved 1960s patio into a clean, stunning space.

They worked through pouring rain and turned up exactly when I expected them – once they were even early.

Before I show you the stages – go check out Keith’s Facebook page.

OK – here we go:

Remember how bad it was?

decking in Edinburgh

BEFORE

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LOOK AT THE STAIRS!

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Remember the rotting bannister? The weird curved flower beds?

They’ve all gone and now it looks like this:

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Just a reminder:

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BEFORE

So I spent this afternoon like this:

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I also hung these – but I doubt they’ll still be there at the weekend given the football pitch that is my garden.

I’ll enjoy them while they last, and start planning all the barbecue parties we’re going to have 🙂

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