I've lost my mojo...and it's my first year blogaversary

I've lost my blogging mojo. This week is my first blogaversary, and I feel I should do something to celebrate. But I've been going through a rather weird time the last few weeks, entirely due to work but unfortunately something that I can't blog about until later this year when "things change"... I've explored the reasons why I am still at work (benefits, money allowing me to have the freedom I enjoy outside of work, I enjoy what I do) and what would happen if I left (free to pursue what makes my heart sing, but doesn't make my money box jangle) and where do I see myself in five years time. All of these things are difficult to write about but they have completely stunted my ability to write anything!

I have just about kept up my other personal family blog because that's mainly photos about things Elf is up to, and I've had a deadline in the Chichester Family Grapevine (see side of blog as my iPad won't do links) which made me actually write something for Humdrum Mum.

I've also found myself unable to read others' blogs or comment, which is very unlike me.

Hoping that normal service will soon return, I will try to make sense of what is going on in my head and that maybe I will find my mojo in there somewhere. Maybe I do need to write about these things to get them "out there"...

Until then, happy first blogaversary to me! Ironic that the first anniversary is symbolised in paper!

Would I Lie To You board family game review

Would I Lie To You? "The game of believable lies and unbelievable lies ", linked into the TV show of the same name. Purchased: December 2017 in Waterstones, for around £20 In a nutshell: These TV show-affiliated games usually show themselves up (Never Mind The Buzzcocks, Top Gear) but this game is fun and easy to play (if a little modified) as a family. You don't really need specialist knowledge to play, just the ability to lie! Every year for Christmas, I like to buy a board game to play, even though no games better either Ludo (in which my dad is the reigning cheater-champion, and argues to high heaven over the rules about doubling up or how to place your counters in "Home") or Rummikub (which we can now play with two packs of cards lest we forget the game). This year, Would I Lie To You caught my eye in Waterstones (other emporiums - emporia? - for book lovers are [locally] unavailable). It's a game, it says, for 2-8 players; however we dec...

A walk from Portchester Castle to Salt Cafe

Well we just had to choose the worst day of the year to walk. The date had been set weeks before - who knew there would be the worst winds of the decade almost on this very day? But we didn't want to be beaten. We will walk to the cafe. At least it wasn't raining! Parking is free next the castle and obviously, it wasn't busy this day! We set off around the outside of this medieval monument. The sea wall affords views across to Portsmouth and Gosport, and Portsdown Hill if you look behind. You can see the Spinnaker Tower in my photos, but you'd have to zoom in. The sea wall leads to a walk along a path, switching between grass (a much more sheltered area) beside a playpark, and the beach. It is an easy, flat walk, made slightly harder in the wind. After 1.75 miles, you reach the Salt Cafe (@saltcafe66). This took us one hour - that wind did slow us down! I've had a breakfast bap there before and remember it being delicious, but slightly expensive. But today, we...

That's not my Elf, he's too rude and noisy

At nursery drop-off this morning, I was handed part of Elf's transfer to school pack, you know, the bit that the pre-school teacher had completed and also that Elf had drawn in (looking worryingly like a blaze that Fireman Sam ought to be putting out instead of rescuing Norman's head from a saucepan with the "jaws of life"). Reading it, I had a sense of "That's not my child" in the way that the above tractor book is written. Surely, the little angel you've so kindly described here doesn't really exist, and certainly doesn't pretend to be my little Elf? So here is "This is not my child" book, by A Humdrum Mum. That's not my child He's too rude and noisy That's not my child He's uncaring and unkind (to me sometimes) That's not my child He wants to sit in front of the TV not run around in the garden That's not my child He won't help me take in the washing This is my child ...

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