Today, after 33 years on the Dutch throne, Queen Beatrix has stepped down. For 123 years Holland has had a Queen, but now we have a King again. I have never been particularly interested in the Royal Family, but I like Queen B. She is an amazingly strong woman and has done the country proud. […]Read More Bye bye Queenie – Long live The King!
Sometimes I forget that my body is just not capable of doing certain things. Sometimes I forget that I was the girl who could only stop running by falling over. Sometimes I forget that I was the girl who had no balance whatsoever. Sometimes I forget I was the girl who had to practice for days be […]Read More Failure is not an option
Today my blog is one year old, happy 1st birthday ‘being mummy’! And coincidentally this is my 100th post, 100 posts in one year doesn’t sound too bad at all I don’t think. When I started this blog my main aim was to get back into writing on a regular basis, given the 100 posts […]Read More Happy 1st birthday ‘Being Mummy’!
It isn’t that long ago that I went out running 4 or 5 times a week in preparation for realising my dream which was to run the Rotterdam marathon. As part of my training I scheduled a half marathon which I ran on an injured knee (torn cartilage), not a good idea. I should have […]Read More Marathon Sunday
I will tell you how relaxing a spa day is. It is amazing, mega, super duper, fantastic, awesomely relaxing. My lovely husband got me a voucher for a spa day for two for my birthday, including a massage, facial, manicure and a two course lunch. Brilliant! I wasn’t able to go earlier in the year (as […]Read More How relaxing is a spa day?
Me: ‘What did you have for dinner at Jenny’s today?’ Elisabeth: ‘Mash and beans and fish fingers.’ – Me: ‘Really?’ – She actually had spaghetti 🙂 Me: ‘You’ve grown so big!’ Elisabeth: ‘I’m not big, daddy is big.’ Elisabeth: ‘Daddy is a boy and mummy is a lady.’ Me: ‘That’s right, daddy is a man […]Read More Conversations with Elisabeth 2
One of Elisabeth’s favorite games at the moment is playing tent, and preferably in our bed. I have tried making her tents in the kitchen and conservatory with sheets over chairs etc but she won’t even go near them, the tent is in bed. Every night when we all (if my husband is home in time) go […]Read More ‘Let’s go in the tent!’