This fortnight, the time pixies have stolen my blogging hours. It’s been the first long holiday since Austin started pre-school, and with two under-fours to look after full-time, there has been little in the way of me-(and my blog) time.
Fortunately, this failure to blog as often as I’d like has coincided with the Tots 100 announcement that slow blogging (ie less frequent, but more considered posts) is the new black. And there I was, thinking I didn’t have time to write because I spent most of the time dreaming up alternatives to scribbling all over the furniture and playing pinch-and-run (Austin’s speciality). But no, instead I’m bang on trend. Hurray!
I do like the idea of slow blogging. Mammasaurus and Curious Lyn have both written wonderful posts about how, if we take the time to stand back and take in what’s happening around us, we improve our creativity and get more balance in our lives.
Sadly, over this holiday I DID feel as though I’d come up with a fair few ideas for decent posts. Just not the time to bash them out on the laptop.
But to avoid overlooking what turned out to be a fantastic fortnight with my two wee youngsters, here’s a quick photo-based rundown of some of our activities, with a little bit of commentary.
This man probably thinks I’m a stalker. We first ran into him at the beginning of the fortnight, when he was leading a Sounds of London session at the Museum of London. When I noticed the very same fellow performing the Tea Dance show on the Big Red Bus, I took hundreds of photos, and told him the pictures were for a review I’d decided to write. That review hasn’t materialised. But he’s called Paul Rubinstein and both of his performances were excellent, in case anyone’s hiring….
We also spent a decent amount of time just ambling around: leafing through books, playing with tambourines, messing about in the garden, putting stickers onto bits of paper…inspired by an excellent post by Catherine Prescott, I had planned to write about how great this downtime was. Alas, it was not to be.
But all that time spent not writing, was worth every minute. We had a blast.
- The art of seduction
- A room of one’s own