Hello one and all, this is my very first actual post on my all new blog! It’s like moving into a new house and I’ll furnish it as I go along. Expect many ramblings about family, food, wine, work and some of the deeper stuff. You can also expect many photo’s of my beautiful, beautiful children and tales of my spectacular failures as a parent. I also speak a lot about special things and special people and like to spread the word, so watch this space.
I have spent a lot of time thinking about what my first post would be about and when I was sitting in church at the funeral of a beautiful little 16 month old girl on Saturday morning I thought it fitting to write about the end at the beginning of this new venture.
When Etienne and I got married we did it on a beautiful wine farm and we didn’t want any singing at the wedding. I feel the same about funerals. No singing please. And do it in beautiful surroundings. And no big fanfare with coffins and stuff. And ABBA. Lots of ABBA. And wine. If anyone feels the need to cry go right ahead, it is good for the soul, but please celebrate the fact that I was alive and managed to not piss absolutely everyone off. OK?
Oh, and I sincerely wish I never NEVER have to bury one of my children, it must be the hardest thing anybody could possibly go through.
Right, now that we have the end out of the way, let’s get cracking on the awesome future ahead. Crap. I just said awesome. I was forbidden from saying awesome at home as I say it too much. Almost like ‘like’. Ever catch yourself using a really annoying word repeatedly, almost like (see!!) having YMCA stuck in your head?