This post is the result of a BritMums blogging prompt, in which they suggested we write what we're grateful for.
So here we go: I am grateful for...
My boys, Husband and family
My friends
yadda yadda yadda... the normal stuff we are supposed to be grateful for and of course I am, but but let's cut to the chase...
In no particular order, then:
And finally;
People who read my wittering blog posts through to the end...
So here we go: I am grateful for...
My boys, Husband and family
My friends
yadda yadda yadda... the normal stuff we are supposed to be grateful for and of course I am, but but let's cut to the chase...
In no particular order, then:
- Chocolate. The good stuff, that is.
- Diet coke
- Cool white wine on warm summer evenings
- Cool white wine
- Butter, sugar, flour, eggs, and whichever genius it was who originally thought; 'Hey! Why not mix them together and turn them into something called - oh, I don't know - cake..?'
- Cake, generally. But not Russian cake - sorry.
- Free range meat & organic vegetables (they really do taste better - and no, we can't generally get them here)
- Silver sneakers
- Blister plasters
- Bling and the self-control not to wear too much of it. Because of the blisters, obvs.
- Garlic
- Toothbrushes & toothpaste
- Marilyn Moore on the Kings Road in Chelsea
- Dry cleaners
- John Lewis (insert heavenly 'LAAA' here)
- Kindle
- The fact that my Kindle purchases come out of MY rather than my husband's account
- A crisply ironed shirt when I haven't had to be the one who ironed it
- Fresh fish
- The fact my sons also love fresh fish and will happily sit for a good ten minutes planning our fresh-fish safaris with me as we get excited about forthcoming trips back to the UK
- The sound of the snow under my cross country skis
- The fact that the sound of snow under my cross country skis is now a thing of the past until about next January
- Camomile tea
- Vodka and champagne. But not together. That part of my life is over.
- South Kensington, generally
- The expat bubble and the opportunity to step outside it in Russia
And finally;
People who read my wittering blog posts through to the end...