The Best Thing to Happen This Year

We still have a few months to go until 2017 ends. The year has moved by so quickly it’s hard to pin point what has been the best.
I believe the best is yet to come.
I think one of the biggest highlights for me is becoming a contributor to an online magazine in which I’ve spent the past five years reading, and now I’m writing for them.
There’s a huge team, I feel incredibly honoured to be part of such a wonderful thing.
I’ve some exciting things coming up with The Red Head Diaries blog.
There was the charity barn dance which was great fun, I swore I wouldn’t fundraise again, but then the fun day happened.

Which was amazing, the day went incredibly well, we made £545 to split between two charities, we’re really pleased with what we achieved.

The day went as smoothly as it could, even with the many tears.
We have had a camping trip to the Cotswolds – Chipping Norton, it was so lovely to get away, we’ve planned at least two for next year.
So, whilst I can’t pick one thing, there’s still time

Ten Favourite Foods

Considering I am on a diet, I really shouldn’t be thinking on my favourite foods.

When I was pregnant with my last baby, I was down to eating 2-3 foods for the whole of my pregnancy, that has put me off a lot of foods too.

Big fan of crap food, hence why I am now attempting to diet my way through life.

But if I could have anything.

My ten favourite foods would be.

  1. Scones,
  2. Avocado Salad
  3. Bangers and Mash
  4. Jacket potato with Cheese and Beans
  5. Mackon Chicken with Coconut Rice
  6. Pork and Rice (Hairy dieters recipe)
  7. Lidl Blueberry Muffins
  8. Gnocchi
  9. Strawberries
  10. Pesto and pasta.

 

Plenty of rubbish, but some good things too.

What are you loving right now?

 

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Difficult Time In My Life

I have been through many difficult periods of my life; I have also made some awful mistakes. I’m not perfect. Things I always thought were the worst I could ever go through, even things I have blocked the best way I can from my memory.

It wasn’t until watching our baby girl die on our arms, that everything I ever saw were difficult periods dissolved into nothing. Of course there are worse things than losing a young baby, but to me (and I wouldn’t want anything else to happen), losing her has been the most difficult.

It isn’t a time though, as now it is a permanent life changing thing that has happened, but the bigger picture the things that happened as a result of her death have led to difficult times; confusing times.

We watched family and friends turn their backs, when the family who are supposed to hold you up are the ones who help to push your head under water. Trying to adjust to such a loss, whilst wracking our brains about why people could see our grief be offensive, or use it against us in some way.

I think that would have been the most difficult. Maybe our expectations were high on how people, particularly family and friends would support us through the loss of our girl. Five years later there are things that have gotten better, whilst other parts I don’t think will ever repair.

The hurt left behind can never be forgotten, time has helped us become the bigger people, but it can’t help with forgiveness.

The saying really is true, that you certainly discover who your people are when times are hard.

 

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What I Collect

When I was a child I collected erasers, I had a large collection with many different shapes and sizes.

I wouldn’t really say I collected anything now as an adult, however Mr Red would somewhat disagree.

Bags, not designer handbags; there’s no Gucci, Chanel or Burberry (I have just Googled the names), I do have a few handbags, but it is nothing compared to my rather large reusable shopping bag collection.

I’d say I have about 30, but upon asking the mister, it would be closer to 100.

I have all sorts of character ones, from Finding Dory to Frozen, mostly from Tesco. I have Canvas ones which are Harry Potter, Trolls and Alice in Wonderland from Poundland and Primark. I have no idea why I have so many, but I use the vast majority of them. Canvas ones occasionally replace my handbags; they fit more crap in them. They’re ideal for swimming too.

I don’t just have ones with characters on, I have the generic supermarket ones as well as ones which raise money for charity, like Count the Kicks and BHF (which is a daffodil one).

It probably is a little excessive, but I don’t care. I like them; I’ll continue to purchase them.

The photo I have included is of course not the whole collection, but if I were to get them all out, the two littlest people would no doubt spread them around the house.

These really are a very, very few of my collection.

Why do I like them so much?

I have no idea if I am honest, but I do know it isn’t a strange collection to have.

Will I stop?

No.

I do have another collection, which is shared on another day…

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Meaning Behind My Blog Name(s)

I run two, my first one I have had for a little while and have had several name changes in the five years I have had it, but had the current name for almost a year.

It is such a damn obvious name; I have no idea why I never used it sooner.

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Melody and Me.

It has become such an important place for me, a safe place to share our daughter, to relieve some thoughts, to help others understand why and what I am thinking. It isn’t always easy to get these things across, especially some people would rather risk running across the road in front of a bus than speak about the life we lost.

It is strange to have had this space for this long now.

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This blog, I have again had several name changes, and I have never really been overly confident with this one I must admit. I have no idea why, but as it is a parenting and general life blog, I always feel I am pretty much winging both life and parenting, and it isn’t always particularly exciting, but ultimately I don’t really do it for anyone else, I love writing if it gets read then bonus.

Again I can’t believe I never had this name sooner. I am a read head, my children are all read heads, my husband has a hint of red in his hair (although he won’t admit to it).

And red heads are absolutely awesome – and hot (tempered).

 

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If I Won The Lottery

If I won the lottery, I would still go to work, I’d maybe pay to enhance my career; maybe a teaching course, at the very least Teacher Assistant training.

If I were to win the lottery, I would still shop in Aldi, I am used to their foods, I like the shop, their bargains.

If I were to win the lottery, I’d love to take my family on holiday.

If I won the lottery I’d encourage my husband to take leave from his employment, he loves writing too, it would be a wonderful thing for him to pursue something he loves too.

Would look in to what changes could happen with saving babies, change in policies.

Would maybe move from where we live.

It would just be nice to live without counting too much on how full our purses are.

 

Of course it isn’t about the big wins.

£10 I’d probably buy a couple of bars of chocolate for the children and maybe some stationery.

Nothing exciting; I’d like to be able to live comfortably, and help friends and family.

 

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My Earliest Memory

I’m not sure really, I don’t have any photos to help either. I was brought up around vintage car rallies; my Dad had is very own vintage car, but he repeatedly took it apart then would go a couple of years before it was in a drivable state again.

I remember being in Majorettes named Super Troupers as a young child, can remember the Pom Poms being huge, they were red white and blue (I think). We used to perform at various fetes including the schools and the Museum.

I wish I had photos.

I remember spending a lot of time with my Nan; we were close particularly after Andad (I couldn’t say my ‘G’ as a toddler so Andad stuck) died.

When I stayed overnight a lot she used to let me stay up late and watch the News at 10 , we’d sit in the dark, her real fire still glowed slightly…Moira Stewart read out the news. We’d probably have had cereal or tea and biscuits for some kind of supper.

I can’t really remember a lot about my childhood; things have happened over the past few years, I’m not sure whether my mind is just blotting things out, or my memory isn’t up to scratch. My memory changed somewhat after our daughter died, it meant a lot that didn’t involve my children has been wiped, not completely it just isn’t as clear any more.  It is really hard to explain. Some things I can remember.

Weird.

So, I’m afraid there isn’t much to share here.

 

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