So the Easter holidays are coming up, and we are planning a trip to Greece to celebrate Greek Easter. The thing is, Greek Easter is on a different date to Protestant Easter- one week later to be exact. So in order to celebrate on the right date, we...
Routine doesn’t come naturally to me and it never has. I’m one of those people who need routine imposed on them by external factors like school, work and appointments. (And even with those in place… I’ll be honest, I can...
I remember the first time Aliyah and Annie had a play date. We were walking on a path at the Meadows (big green space in Edinburgh): girls in front, mums behind. One girl said to the other ” Let’s do a show!” And the other one said...
The last couple of weeks have, for a few reasons, been a little bit stressful. I’ve found myself getting over busy and overwhelmed. One thing that’s really helped has been doing exercise. The feeling of relaxation, and release I felt...
It’s Friday night and despite having promised myself, and you, my readers, that I’d write a blog post every day, today I’m struggling. Even with all the best intentions in the world, after a day of looking after small kids, having...
Macbeth, a Midsummer Night’s Dream, and Hamlet, with a piece of original music thrown in. You can’t complain at that for an evening of entertainment by primary school kids. I know I’ve gone on about it the last few days, but...
As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog, I went to the ‘spring fling’ concert at James Gillespie’s high school last night. I went to watch Aliyah and her class perform a piece of music, and an extract of a play they’ve been...
For the last two months, my daughter’s school have had the privilege of working together with professional playwright, show producer, director and all round theatrical genius, Tim Wilcock. He has been coming in and volunteering to produce no less...
In the last couple of months I’ve had the pleasure of taking part in a fantastic activity, organised by Aliyah’s friend’s dad, Boris (who’s also an award winning academic at the uni of Edinburgh by the way). Every second...
Reunited The story begins in the village of Embu, about 30 kilometres away from Sao Paolo. It is a Sunday afternoon in January. ‘Embu das artes’ they call it, because of the flea market where local artists sell their arts and crafts every...