Tis the season to be married…

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Hello Friday, I love you very much and I have been waiting for you. I have not had a busy week at all this week so I cannot say I have used lots of energy just felt like I was working on empty with my batteries on 1%. Why you say? Well I really can’t say! Has it been the amazing weather and thinking I am in Ibiza at an out-door rave? Drinking and eating whatever I bloody well want then feeling terribly out of sorts after? Or the little summer sniffles that took its turn on all members of the family knocking us a little side wards for a day or 2. I suppose it is a little of everything. I have had to have a few days off chilling and being a good girl. I have to realise that I am not 25 anymore. I have to be more sensible. Ok, fruit and veg here I come…Oh and Mr Evian you are going to be my constant companion on these red-hot days of the famous 2018 heat wave..

So part from sitting on my rather delicious and shapely deriérre what else has this Insta mummy been up to? Well, shall we talk about my cousin’s wedding. She got married Saturday and I was wedding photographer. I got some pretty decent shots. After arguments and drama on the saturday morning with the female teen, I decided to give up and let her stay home. I mean she would just ruin it in the mood she was in. So off we went, my 3 son’s in tow of variable ages and sizes. I have a small, medium and extra-large. They were in good spirits as was the husband. He had finished a painting and that’s when I like him best. He had a ‘I did it attitude’ and ‘can take on the world’ philosophy which makes him rather nice to be around. It was this attitude earlier that very morning where I definitely saw this positivity in the form of him throwing caution to the wind and buying whatever I needed…and what does any woman really need and can’t possibly do without? A new pretty dress and matching shoes is what! Then he will be a lucky that boy this eve and is on a definite promise. Everyone happy all round really.

Anyway we got to the venue very early but I did have to take a few test shots and make sure I had the right settings on the camera so that was all fine and dandy. When the groom turned up there were a few “don’t do it” but all in a jokey-like fashion. When the bride turned up she looked completely fabulous. She had a hairdresser and make up artist in and boy did it show. Her dress was a right corker. I believe ‘Ted bakers’ finest. Just a great start to the wedding. Made me feel all nostagic as it was our 4th wedding anniversary yesterday so it took me back to our wedding. Such fun I wanted to do it all over again. A blessing perhaps Wild Seeley next year when its our 5th year of having the old ball and chain. By this time I think wild seeleys can do attuide has deflated as all I could hear was mumbles of ‘how much’ and ‘ too much effort’. Well I didn’t think that was the attuitde honestly! Us ladies love a wedding and we like to feel special so watch this space…I am working on him. The thing about the wedding to hand was I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to take pics during the service and no one was around whilst all the guests stuffed into this room. As the bride and groom entered I was given the nods up to do exactly what I liked. Result. I snapped away whilst the registar fluffed her lines “Connie and Ronnie” instead of Connie and Robin was heard, whilst the packed out stadium roared with laughter. Personally I didn’t think it was that funny as Wild seeley and I are both guilty of messing up our lines and feeling a tad nervous. During the service as I had my work head on Mr Toddles could be heard running up and down and shouting mumma whilst the room was deadly silent drinking in the ceremony. It could of been a lot worse I suppose. He could of shouted his new most favourite and over used word out…”booby” and Boobies’ Which could of put the crowd off their lunch, I mean who wants to know about my knockers! River thinks he is super clever and always points them out whomever is around. Thanks son…

With the service over and my clever photo skills capturing the gorgeous pair around the nicer looking parts of the wedding venue, off we walked 5 minutes down the road to the elegantly decorated pub. Balloons and napkins wih ‘Connie and Robin’ were strewn around the place. Being greeted with a prossecco was nicely recieved as was the extra touches. Love hearts wrapped in a delicate pink bags, River saw to quite a few packets of those the little fatty.. My medium boy was getting a little bored as the eldest had friends and booze in common with 2 of the lads there. So middle boy went off back home happily with a fiver in his pocket and promises of a fizzy and chocolate chip cookies. By this time I think wild seeley started to look a bit wobbly. He was drinking pints thinking he can keep up with the more seasoned drinkers. He can’t, I can see him swaying in the wind and getting over zealous and cuddling every man in there. Honestly! can’t take him anywhere. I was being a little more sensible because I have the toddler to look after and get home in one piece. So I drank just a few voddies and diet coke. I have to say my pissed up husband did frighten me when he came in all guns ablazing and asked ‘where is River’? He threw me for a second so like a right ‘nana I ran outside the pub to where we were sitting previously only to turn round and say to him. Hubster, he is with me, near the dance floor with all my friends and sleeping happily in his pram. MEN. I for one, put him first and my mothering skilss are always there on tip.top form. He relaxed and decided he would slow down a bit down. We danced the night away feeling young again. What is it with music, just makes me so happy and carefree. A Madonna number “lucky star’ ended the eveing for us. All dancing in a circle round our handbags. Well it’s a wedding so has to be done. By this time River had woken up so I could squeeze a few ‘camera in a mirror’ snaps. we had choices of wigs, crazy sunglasess, gold chains and even a hula flower garland (they must of read last weeks blog) that was going round neck and maybe coming home. It didn’t. I got a nice pic of it anyway. On the train, it was all quiet. My eldest was tired, he had his eyes closed and most unusal face. I did take a pic. slightly peculiar and unnerving.. The hubby fell into a little rest eye and snores could be heard thoughout the carriage. I did have to give him a small kick in the foot. He didn’t realise. I just said it must of been the buggy. That walk through the station to home felt like ages with two beastly blokes by my side on the more damged side. My friend came home. when the baby was safely in his bed fast a sleep and the old man, all snuggley wuggly home in dream land, this mumma then could have a little night cap and let loose. Tales of laughter and fun were had by me and my friend. We stayed up for at least another hour reminsing about the old times and planning the new. Sometimes you don’t see your friends from one month to another but when you do, nothing changes. You know that is a good friend. Friend for life. I managed to move the now heavy corpse like body that was now my snoring husband. I happily settled into bed thinking about what a good day that was had by all. I had looked at the pics that eve and was happy with the ones I got…Good times! silly husband! Crazy life!

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So photos of the special day. Hope you like. I was allowed to put the one of my tired son…..

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Well my friend, this is the end. Another week, another blog. I hope you have enjoyed my ramblings. any feedback good or bad is also very welcome. A ‘like’ makes it all worth while. Well I am feeling better but a quiet weekend this weekend me thinks. This old girl can’t keep up with the young. I have realised that sometimes you got to be good, but then again we know it is fun to be naughty! So I ain’t gonna go changing anytime soon a thank you very much. So mixing it up is the best option. So for now mrs clean living is surfacing but watch ourt for mrs good time girl on the horizon and at some point. I think I am a little nuts so we will leave it there, although arn’t we all? see you net week you crazy cats.

For now

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Gabriella Wild Seeley

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Good Morning! It’s Friday and about time to says me! It has been a bloody long week.. I think we should talk about last weekend not last night! Well last weekend was my father’s ‘Mr plain food’s’ birthday so we, as a family decided to go out to eat in a restaurant. An Italian restaurant was my father’s choice of cuisine. Why? you ask? Well he is from Italy, Naples to be precise. So that makes me half Italian (My name is Gabriella so people didn’t think I could speak English growing up). My mother is English-born and bred, as she loves to put it “born in the sound of the Bow bells’. My dad came over here as a child so doesn’t really get to speak much Italian around us (no he didn’t teach us and yes it is a shame) So when he gets the chance he gets all excitable and over zealous. He goes all out, I think he thinks he is ‘The god father’ but honestly it is lovely to see him in his element and it still intrigues me that English is not his first language. I love his tales of when he was just a boy he would hardly speak a word of my mother tongue and would struggle to get his intentions across. He doesn’t struggle now with his loud cockney Islington accent. I guess you would have to call somewhere home if you have lived here for 69 frigging years and only lived in Italy for 10. kinda makes sense. I often wonder if he didn’t come over what would have happened to my soul? Would I have been destined to be a boy, monkey, giraffe or butterfly? Even worse from somewhere really cold because I hate the cold. Honestly this soul was destined for hotter climates like Hawaii or Seychelles. I can see myself as an Hawaiian hula girl, I definitely have the coconuts for it already. I would grow my hair and give out flower necklaces, yep that would have suited me well, I would even get to met Tom Selleck aka Mr Magnum PI and we could live in his beach house. Dreams!! Maybe next life! Don’t tell @wildseeley the artist because I have already told him when we die, we will be holding hands on a beach entwined in each others bodies whilst drinking champagne and possibly in a sexual position? Well that sounds very romantic? Then his soul would pick my soul up in his two hands and we will enter the holy heavens of paradise and be together for ever..yada yada. Well you gotta keep the romance up especially at our age when half of our time is up on this very mortal coil. So Wildseeley or Magnum PI, whatevs…

My dad knows the Signor who owns the restaurant and arranges all of the family (22) that includes my niece’s new squeeze, minus the teenage daughter as she ‘vants to be alone’ in Greta Garbo’s best accent, an aunt and my cousin with her fiancée. So we find our table, which isn’t actually too hard as there is only another three 2 people tables left in this tiny little place. We sit down on our supersize table and realise that we are in a kind of shop front window for all to see. We sit for bloody ages as can you imagine, trying to get that many people in one place at a certain time whilst people walk past but not before having a good nosey in. It ain’t easy especially because my siblings live in different parts of the country. I can see the owner licking his lips and rubbing his hands together as we all take a seat. He then goes over to my dad and starts to speak in Italian. I thought that was nice, give an old man his dream of feeling like he is back in his mother land at the grand old age of 79, until I realised what they were bloody talking about. I looked in wonderment when we all starting getting little plates and thought dad had ordered for us. I don’t know about you but when I go out to eat I only get a main, this is because I don’t like two meals as I get full easily. Always been the same, possibly a cheap date you may think but then I can be known to make up for it with the booze. So when my dad said he had ordered some starters I wasn’t best pleased. When he said some starters I don’t know who he was kidding! He ordered enough for a feast for 3 frigging days. Calamari piled up high, a huge range of salamis and Mortadella, 3 different types olives and mozzarella, 4 pizza size garlic breads you name it, it kept coming out. The rest of the table by this time were getting merry and found it quite easy to woof down. I think they thought it was complimentary. Complimentary my arse later on when we were dividing the bill those ‘Complimentary starters’ cost £120. I nearly fell off my seat! Anyway, my dad’s day! He loves speaking Italian and all, personally I am wondering if he needs to flipping brush up on his mother tongue? What was he thinking? Although I have to say I did dig in, when in Rome and all that. I had a tiny weeny bit of the olives, the salamis and calamari as rude not too. I was feeling rather full when they asked what we wanted for mains so I got the chicken salad. Wild Seeley asked for the same and my boys had pasta and pizza. I have to say the food wasn’t terrible at the restaurant and the family all set to their meal in a tipsy, ravenous fashion. Most ate and finished and burped their way through their mains. I was glad it came out that end as we were in a confined space.. So after they put on a happy birthday song and we had some birthday cake, the dinner was nearly at an end. All was left was the bill. The dreaded bill. We all are scared of it. It’s like a monster and you don’t realise how large it is until you see it face to face then it roars at you and makes you go white and your knees Start to shake. Through gritted teeth and sweaty palms I took the bill and start to decipher it. As such a large family we agree to divide it fairly. What we all had plus the 10 per cent service charge. We all look like a bunch of deflated kids whom was promised Disney then ended up in Clacton when we leave the restaurant. Mutters can be heard of ‘how bloody much’ and ‘thought they were complimentary’ around the table as we all get up to leave. I think the only happy people were my dad who was oblivious and just happy to speak his own language to someone, anyone who could listen and understand and the restaurant owner who look like he had won the lottery. The greedy rotund, jollier then when we came in owner and my dad shook hands as we all gave him dirty looks then off we went into the sunset promising never to go there again and bloody birthdays…

It was my eldest sisters idea (I have 2) to go to Jamie Oliver’s for a night-cap. The older generation said it was their bed time and slippers and dressing gowns awaited them but we were all up for it. My teenagers wanted to go home and that was a good idea as they could go get food for my daughter so Wild Seeley and I decided ‘hell! why not, lets catch up with the ménage’. We all sat outside Jamie Oliver’s, louder and brasher then probably desired. We all enjoyed a wine or Aperol whilst sitting in the warm air soaking up the last sun rays of that day. It went on into the night when we decided enough was enough. A few photo opportunities later and some kissing and cuddling and promising not to leave it as long next time we headed home, just the husband, River and I. Or so we thought. My middle sister ‘the party animal’ had to get to the train which was Liverpool St and that was in our direction. After speaking loudly on the bus and being extremely merry but possibly less entertaining than we thought, I decided to ask the ‘party animal’ sister if she would like to pop up for a night-cap. Well it was the night and does it matter if we already had ‘a cap of the night’? Anyway we thought one more than we would part waves. Party animal, her hubs and my niece all popped up, be it very loudly to my flat. The daughter wasn’t completely amused to see us all but was polite enough about the old tipsy farts. For the first time in ages she didn’t moan about our rather fine state. She was pleased to see her cousin I think and by now wanted our company even if it was a little uncompos mentis than usual. Laughter and fun was had by all then it was time for them to catch their train but not before my bro in law eyed up one of the husbands prints. I said choose one well, he is family and I was feeling extremely generous! He chose the policeman with the banana. Excellent choice I thought. As we parted waves and they went away into the deep dark night we both agreed what a great day and night had by all and by this time the restaurant and the bill was a distant memory and we were just savouring the fun we had with the family. Just before bed time my phone pinged. ‘Who is that at this time of bloody night? your fancy man?” Wild Seeley muttered Half asleep. I checked my phone and the bro in law had sent a pic of wild Seeleys print in a number of unusual places from a phone box to it having it’s own seat on the train. Had he lost it in his drunken merriment? The next morning my sis confirmed to me the print was safely home perfectly intact, as was a police cone and a kebab half eaten. Well, my dad has only one birthday once a year so it was a crazy blast! Its my mum’s next month?…… lets hope she likes a macdonalds party instead definitely safer option me thinks….

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Well I could not talk about it then not show you our day! so here it is…

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Well, here we are I am afraid, at the end of my blog. I hope you have enjoyed my ramblings this week and any feedback good or bad always welcome. I do enjoy writing it so a ‘like’ shows me I should carrying on doing what I am doing. Anytime you want to write a message and say a Hello, well that would be marvellous as well. It’s nice to know your readers. Anyway I am off. I have a wedding to get ready for. As a forty something yes, it will take me 24 hours.. Got to put me face on and squeeze myself into my dress…if it still fits? Well that’s another story altogether right there but….

For now

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Gabriella Wild Seeley

(formally Shoreditch_mum)

Some like it hot..

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Well, hello again. Fancy meeting you here. How lovely you have come to peruse my weekly blog. ‘A Thank You Very Much’ is all there really is to say. What have I got to entertain you with this week? Shall we talk about last weekend. It was fun. I had my parents over for dinner Saturday. After many a dinner and many a year I have finally come to accept that my dad just doesn’t like my cooking, There I said it. At first it grated me because everyone LOVES my cooking but alas nope not ‘The Father’. I am not sure what it is specifically but everything I have given him he has politely left or just eaten the bare minimum. I once did a Spaghetti Bolognese as it is one of my specialities dishes so I thought I would be on to a winner. Everyone that taste my Spag Bog loves it and asks for the recipe. How can you wrong with such a world-famous dish and mine is bloody tasty. Honestly, my eldest son the connoisseur has had many a dish of that persuasion in many restaurants all over the world and he says mine is the best! So whats my dads problem? He will come over for dinner and say thank you almost begrudgingly then eat the spaghetti and leave the sauce. I mean that’s the best bit and it took me all bloody day to prepare and cook. I can cook up plain spaghetti in 10 frigging minutes ( which I may actually do next time). I then ask my mother for an explanation as she loves all my home cooked meals and licks the plate clean. She says he has always been the same. He has very plain tastes and even though he would turn his nose up at a plate of solo spaghetti he likes to ‘see’ the sauce but just won’t ever eat it. Very strange if you ask me. Anyway, when I invite him now I get @Wildseeley my husband to cook for him. I am not sure if I want to make him feel the same as my disappointed face or to see if my dad will eat other people’s food and not complain…. Well you never guess what? He bloody well eat the lot! and he actually said thanks and it was lovely! Never have I had those precious words muttered to me! Oh bloody no. What’s the hubby’s secret? Well I don’t know…. it was a shepherd’s pie. It was delicious but it is still a plain old shepherds pie which I will have you know I have done for the old fart before and what did he do? Left half of it and did not compliment me by no means… Talk about my harshest critic. Even the kids are nicer to me even when I have burnt something they are very positive about it and eat around the charred bits. So my hubby doesn’t mind cooking when the Grandad plain food comes over because at least it is not a waste of time.

That very evening, my friend has free spare tickets to a Megadeth concert at the 02 of all things. My son absolutely loves all that type of music so he went with the husband. They had a completely fabulous time whilst me and the other two teenagers scoffed popcorn and watched two really good films ‘Ghostbusters’ new version with the ladies and ‘Ride along 2′ with Mr Ice-cube back to back. Yep we were having a fabulous time as I do love a movie night. Anyway after numerous drunken WhatsApp videos from wildseeley and pics of them looking like proper Droogies, a good night was had by all. I think it took Wildseeley back to his youth. Well he was certainly acting like one. Guess what they were drinking 2 pinters? I mean 2 pinters? I can’t even manage one pint. Completely no pint envy there. I suggested they go again and quite soon as my boy was blown away with the concert… and my son had a good time to…;-)

Hangovers had by all I reckon Sunday fun day aka “fathers day”. As we had seen and entertained Mr Fussy pants my dad yesterday, The husband and I were free to take a jaunt down Brick lane and get a lovely curry. The teenagers were with their dad so all was fine and dandy in the world. Not that we had the weather mind. Bloody hell it just wasn’t that nice was it? Didn’t know whether to wear flip-flops and t-shirts or coats and tights. We manage to find a nice little bar just in Brick lane where you can sit outside and listen to the hustle and bustle of Brick lane whilst swaying to some indie music. We can actually have a conversation and it did feel quite like a real date. I saw my hung over husband in a new light. He seemed to have forgotten how important live music was but now was reawakened. Yep a definite spring in his step was noticed. I, on the other hand go out far more often so I look forward to movies nights in. We are not old yet and I reckon we will be doing whatever we bloody well want for as long as we can walk, dance and breathe. After a small stop for our outside beer, Our hot date continued to the curry house. There are so many in that area so we were spoilt for choice. Wild Seeley has fond memories of one of them and him going as a teenager in the 90’s so that was establishment of choice. It was all very nice and what we thought would be a lunch turned into an early dinner. By this time I was completely ravenous so I would have eaten your arm off. Now on his second beer and an empty stomach which only contained a boiled egg several hours before at breakfast, I can see my hubby starting to get a bit wobbly. He thought he was daddy big bollocks to be fair. He started to order near enough the whole contents of the menu and my moans of “that is too much’ and “you are ordering for only 2′ seem to fall on deaf ears. Even when I said ‘you are paying and I reckon you will regret this’ nothing. Nada .Zlich. He wasn’t having any of it. After the starter of onion bhajis with a stack of naan bread nearly as high as the ceiling and a choice of dips I never knew existed, out came the mains. I was kinda full already so was not looking forward to what seemed like a mountain of food. The waiter would announce the plates and just when I thought they had finished coming there would be more. My husband seemed oblivious to how much food was on the table, I reckon he thought he was King Arthur at the round table having a feast after battle. In between stuffing his face he would reminisce about the old times, not that the waiter seem to care. I don’t think he was alive 30 years ago let along even care to appreciate wildseeley’s tales of the restaurant. I just don’t think my husband could see the lack of enthusiasm the young lad had for his job so an old fart going on about the past had completely no interest for him. When we had finished as much as we could we had to take the rest in doggy bags which I could see wildseeley’s eyes light up and the brain thinking ‘I will have seconds later’. To be fair there was enough for thirds, fourths and fifths. I don’t think he was that happy when the bill came. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and I think his pulse elevated faster as he said he was feeling faint and needed water. I have never seen him sober up so fast. I tried hard but could not hide the smirk and ‘told you so’ eyes. When he said he won’t be going back there again and he has been mugged made me laugh. He wasn’t mugged. It was his fault in the first place! That was the longest 10 minute walk home with mutters of ‘my belly hurts, I am stuffed and I am skint, beans on toast for the next week!’. MEN…Happy bloody fathers day eh??

Monday was the England football match and usually I don’t have football on the telly. My husband isn’t a fan but changes into the biggest football hooligan ever when the World Cup starts. He puts it on the right channel 2 hours before the actual game starts and finds his seat. Armed with a 6 pack he flatly refuse to budge. He has been waiting for the England match and nothing is going to spoil it. Over his dead body. When it comes on he is shouting at my poor television with the toddler and teenagers looking on rather bemused. Never have they nor I see him so elevated. Thank god we won, I don’t know what would have happened if England didn’t win. Every goal was met with a holla that echoed around the flat and I sure the whole street could hear him. I was worried neighbours might knock on the door or ceiling to complain… Living in flats! flat life! You just can’t be THAT loud but I didn’t want to upset him especially as he had such a great weekend. I mean winner dinner with the in-laws followed by a heavy metal gig at the 02, then a marvellous curry and beer for Dad’s day. I let him have it. The smile on his face was priceless. I spent half my time checking Insta whilst the game was on although I tried to get into it a bit. You know, Comradely, support and all that. I was known to have shouted ‘good goal’ and all the other much-needed noises and grunts and all at the right time. So I have been an excellent wife! After the game and the half hour commentary on how they should not of had a free kick, he then said there is another game next week? really? I thought it would be a one-off not week in and week out? How long does it bloody last??? Am I going to cope with this much male domination and testosterone in the home? Help!…on the other hand….manly husband? happier wife? YUM maybe I can put up with a game or two more?

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I had to show you my son with wildseeley at the 02. those crazy cats. Even these grainy pics are memories for these two..

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The pics below were for father’s day. Mine and wildseeley’s hot date. We looked hot, we were at bit hot and the food was frigging hot…winner all round really!

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River did not want to pose for a pic. That face!!Oh well, I received many lovely comments regarding the dress which was kinda special don’t you think??

Well that is that then, end of my blog for this week, my round-up of what has been happening in the world of little old me! . I hope you have enjoyed it. Any comments warmly welcome good or bad. I do enjoy writing it so a ‘like’ would be much appreciated. Well I hope you have the most fabulous weekend and do everything that I would do! Which is pretty much quite a bloody well lot! Thank you for coming over and I shall see you next week if you want to I mean, I hope so….

For now

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Gabriella Wild Seeley

Brick Lane

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Good Morning everyone! Friday has come round again and not a minute to soon.  I post my blog on a Friday because that is my absolute most favourite day of the week. Some could argue Saturday for the promise of a lie-in and all the devilish ‘naughty but nice’ behaviour in the evening  Even having Sunday fun day to recover but it has to be Friday for me because I suppose the promise or a sniff of the weekend is enough for me to get all crazy and excitable. Yep the mere thought of the weekend gets me going more than the actual weekend. A little like Christmas, you get all overzealous planning it and buying all the presents and spending way too much then when it comes, BOOM, over quicker than you can say ‘Santa baby!’. So, yep Friday is the day that my blog will always be on. I hope you all look forward to Friday and remember that is the day you get to hear from little ‘ole me.

So, what have we been up to this week? well apart from my name change that I will get to later we ventured out to Brick lane. Such an interesting and lively place. I love to go to see the buskers and smell all the delicious street food. It bloody makes my mouth water. From good old fish and chips to the more exotic curries or street foods, there is definitely something for everyone. You won’t be able to pass the street food without salivating and giving in to the temptation and don’t even get me started on the smell, YUM. Yep many a lunch @wildseeley the artist and I have had down there, never gets boring and never fails to impress the old taste buds. It is always packed full of a diverse crowd and everyone is always in a good mood. You can feel the electricity in the air.  Yep one of my all time favourite places. I mean I can’t put it into top five destinations as that would be Hawaii, Maldives, Caribbean, India and Thailand but ok it could be 6 or 7… although Ibiza is above it and Barcelona..OMG shall we just say I like it a lot as my list will just keep expanding…

The first thing to think about is the time you go. I reckon it is best around 1pm especially at that’s when the pub open and will be bustling which is always a massive bonus. So we have a routine really. We take a wander down to Spitalfields first and take a sneaky peak round but never seem to buy anything. Then we walk past Poppies the chip shop and are always amazed by the queue they always have with tourists. Honestly? don’t they have fish and chips in any other country? That could be a business opportunity right there… Then we walk down and go into the 2 indoor markets. So much to see and do but not before standing there watching the buskers. Last week was a beat box boy. He was fabulous. I took a video and gave him some change. I don’t even like drum and bass but can appreciate that boys linguistics skills.. The boy has skilzzs… I mean I often feel like joining the buskers on their make do pavement stage but I on the other hand would probably just look a little silly and I guess he is better than the farting raspberries I can achieve or the cartoon theme tunes I can remember. I guess it works for a young 20 something cool young boy but I would be laughed at as a forty something middle-aged woman. On to the pub then. A very large pint is always ingested. It looks as big as my head but I just cannot let my husband have the pint whilst I have a half. There would be too much pint envy. I would be eyeing up his and would finish mine way too quickly and even though he obviously is bigger than me I just can’t accept it. I have come to love my pints so pint it is… We then walk back towards the crazy crowd. Everything feels nicer when you have had a pint or two. Is it just me or when I have a pint I seem to wee 2 pints out. It is like my party trick. I am not sure my husband is as proud of me as I am as I always seem to have one too many trips to the throne room. When going to the loo the ‘OCD’ in me always makes me go to the same toilet. Even if I have to wait for it. I just don’t seem to be able to steer myself away from my comfortably familiar royal seat even when there are bloody loads! Crazy really but it is what it is. I don’t even try to fight my eccentricities anymore I just accept them and carry on with everyday life as I know it. I even count windows in buildings especially  when I am on the bus. I like to think its my bored mathematical brain not my lunaticism. I have a quick way of doing it so it doesn’t take up too much time. I count how many along then how many down and times it to get to exact windows in buildings. It is handy I know my times table so all is fine. Honestly I am not stupid but extremely efficient in my ‘OCD’ woes. At least I don’t have turn on and off taps and I do go under ladders…so all is completely normal and completely fine. Anyway. Now we are slightly loaded at Brick Lane, I do get a bit more braver and been even known to throw a few shapes when walking past the busker band. I like them even more than ‘boy beat box’ because it reminds me of my youth. Going to nightclubs and dancing the night away! not a care in the world!. I was a raver in the day! Yep I did own kickers and dungarees. I renamed my self Daisy (I seem awfully fond of changing my name) and would often go out with real flowers in my hair and sometimes even a hand-held bunch. When I think of it now they must have seen me coming. I must have looked like a right twit but at the time I was channeling my inner hippy. Gone are the days when I would be in an open air rave listening to mesmerizing emotive music and swaying to it, or jumping up and down doing the running man. whose idea was running man? I mean, it did keep me skinny as I would be at it for hours…Suppose you can call it my workout as a 17-year-old something or another. Don’t get me wrong I never had a whistle or white gloves cos that would be really stupid!..Just the flowers thank you very much! I would fall in and out of love every night out. I would meet my future husband giving everyone cuddles until the lights went on and I would realize my new man was toothless, had mousey red hair not blonde and looked like something out of  the Michael Jackson Thriller video. urgghh.. Never have you seen this ass move so quick or give out a wrong home phone number. Guess I would have to wait til next week for ‘the one’. Once I come back into the real world and realise I am not in Ibiza but standing in front of a band and that now I have their full attention. I decide to move to the side and not give them any more dancing treats. I am starving by this time after my pint and exercise and this is when we venture over and buy some street food. I kinda speed up when I have had a drink and very quick to finish my food. My then beady eyes start to eye up Wildseeley’s food but course he ain’t having none of it, he has cottoned on to my speed eating and stuffs his face even quicker.  When we are nicely stuffed and deliciously intoxicated we head home. We have had a great day and seen so much and right on our door step. Just great really. It’s like going to a party every sunday I cannot suggest it enough. You should venture out to our part of town the good old East end and sample it for yourselves. We may be forty but we ain’t dead yet. I still have my inner hippy child wanting to get out. When home I have to get on with normal boring stuff like making dinner, ironing , washing and bathing Mr Toddles but at least I have a smile on my face, a spring in my step and memories of the day we had. yep, always worth a trip to Brick lane.

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How could I tell you about mr beat box boy and not show you? here he is a full fabulous minute and a £1 worth of his talent. wrong way round but it took too long to load!

 

Here is me with my pint! and the hubby! Always take pics when you are out and about because when you are old and grey and your memories go, you can go look at the pics and smile again, reminding yourself you did have fun and you had it at that very moment in time. River deffo enjoyed himself to.

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Well here we are, My blog is over for the week. I hope you enjoyed it. It makes me happy writing it and that’s what it is all about. Any comments warmly welcome good or bad. Liking it on here makes me know I am doing a good job so very much appreciated. Feedback is thrown down our throats these days but it does help. I hope you all have the most fabulous weekend. It is the summer so rude not too! I am not sure what I am doing this sunday but if it is interesting or remotely funny it will be next weeks blog material!.  Happy fathers day to all your papa’s out there. I will see you next week! It’s an appointment. Don’t miss it or you will be fined heavily..

..And no I have not forgotten! my name change. I have changed from shoreditch_mum to mrs_wildseeley on Instagram. For a few reasons really. I am a little tired of getting inbox messages from men chatting me up so I wanted to make it clearer that I am taken. I mean, who wants a middle-aged woman with 4 kids anyway? Honestly! and also because wildseeley and I are a team, so it made sense that we joined forces. I am a very proud of all he has achieved with his art and he is very proud of me with my writing and photography! We had a soppy epiphany… we wanted the world to know how much we love and support each other..so thats that! explained!

Anyway my lovelies,

For now

mrs_wildseeley

(ohh I like the sound of it, even if i have been it for 4 years now)

Gabriella Wild Seeley

Battle of Hastings

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Good morning!.. what a week hey? Just to think last week we were in Hastings over the weekend. I have to say it is pretty fabulous. Lots of completely gorgeous historic buildings and all the cool quaint little shops. My sister had asked me to go with her at the very last-minute as she had hired out a place bigger than she needed so I thought why the hell not for 2 nights and 3 whole days. My eldest did not want to come as I suppose you get that way at 17, way too cool to be with ‘Mum’. Anyway Mr Shoreditch_mum was at home working so the rest of the clan went. The 2 teens, my one lady and a sir, the toddler and the fabulous ME. I guesstimated or at least hoped that I would be boozing with my sis, my teens had their teen cousin to ignore whilst they all sat looking at their phone screens and Mr Toddles had his cousin Teddy, whom adore each other and best buddies for life. It feels much better when we all have a person, no-one left out. This equates to no moaning or whining and that is just from me so you can imagine if any of the littles were alone and bored! All happy bunnies so let the holiday shenanigans commerce.

All began in the same as always fashion. Last minute.com. The kids showering and throwing anything in a bag. Me, writing a list as long as your arm and getting ready a week before. I am guilty of over thinking EVERYTHING. Anyone would think we were going to Timbuctoo the way I worry and stress, not a built up seaside town resort with EVERY shop there… I always pack way too many nappies, a hundred dummies then forget most of everything else so all the worry and lists were for nothing!. I guess nappies and dummies are the two things that make my life easier. River turns on the tear tap if he can’t find a dummy although its funny the care he takes of them. If he hears food or drink being offered out he throws caution to the wind, the dummy into yonder without a care in the world and runs towards me, I suppose he forgets himself for a bit. I guess he doesn’t care. Well why should he? If he screams loud enough the whole room full of people are on their hands and knees searching for it. Oh to have that power? remote controls, keys, pens, dustpan and brush would be found a LOT quicker! If that pesky toddler frigging looked after it in the first place life would be a lot simpler! I think these toddlers take us granted, I will remember all this and get on HIS nerves when I am an old lady and he is looking after me. Teeth, walking stick and my tablets which I will obviously be on (probably for nerves). Well they will all go missing (or out the window on purpose) and see how he likes those apples!! It would take Mr Man_Toddles hours and hours searching. Just so much time he would waste tearing up them room in an old peoples home (even with 4 kids I know my true fate) Yep, through gritted teeth he would be looking for these things whilst me, Shoreditch_grandma smirked on. Yep I am not looking forward to old age but thinking about getting my own back on my kids is a little compensation so maybe not all bad!…and living with like-minded, same age people might not be all bad! growing old disgracefully and all that..

Anyway we get to Hastings friday around 12. We survived the train journey and the quick change just about. Don’t you hate when there is a change with trains. We all had to scramble out of the first train running up and down stairs with 2 little ones, 3 bigger ones and 2 adults, cases and a buggy. It was like we were running for our life. You literally get 10 minutes . It was a packed train so we all had to bolt out of the first and run to the second. Mr toddles only has little legs and I did toy with the idea of leaving him as he was not fast enough but then I thought better of it. He owes me when he is older regarding dummy gate and he don’t get off that easily…He had a dummy in his mouth which he was holding onto for dear life. We did get to the 2nd train with less than a minute to spare, after doing a head count we were all just about there..ish..minus maybe a bottle of water and one toy car. We just couldn’t go back for it when River dropped it. The second train was tiny almost miniature in size. When you consider half of the 8 carriage 1st train ran a mini marathon and then we all had to pile into a 2 carriage 2nd train. If you do the maths it doesn’t work, we were all stuffed in like sardines. Wow god knows how that successfully left the station but it did and we were off, Hastings in sight and here we come.

River immediately is at one with the outside when arrive at Hastings and looks healthier already if that is possible, rosy-cheeked and less dark circles round the eyes from the smog.. He played outside and ran around playing with Ted and their ball. That was short-lived fun when one of them threw it over into the woods. I don’t know about you but I ain’t going to retrieve it. Nettles, bees and murderers may await. So bye-bye that ball. when the second one goes over it kinda is the last straw. So I do actually venture over the wooden fence. All was fine no deaths or stings but it was getting back over when I slipped and bruised up half my leg. The kids didn’t smirk but openly laughed out loud much to my annoyance. Flipping ball, not sure it was worth that. The rest of the day went nowhere as it always does when you are having fun and after a wine I started to see the funny side of the train, the ball and the great big bruises that had now developed into a lovely purple and green shade. Friday night was always going to be the cheap food night so we had brought pasta and sauce. The kids on the other hand wanted Chinese. Are they paying for it? NOPE. pasta it is! bloody gannets and ingrates. Saturday is free for all day. Saturday is get what you like. Friday is NOT. Friday is cheap food night. Friday finished sitting outside until the sun went down, playing with the ball or bubbles and a little alfresco dining, now that’s how you do it!. cheap and all!!

Saturday I woke up in a different bed. Not my bed. I don’t like any other bed so a backache was inevitable. After tea and beans on toast we ventured out into the centre of Hastings. We sat at the beach on a picnic table. I was enjoying it immensely, we had snacks and little hand games for the children. We even went to the fishing museum where we all got to stand on a real old-fashioned boat. River loved it. Maybe not the teenagers so much. The museum heard echos of ‘been here before’ and ‘bored’. Well it was free and fun so I liked it and so did River. My sister and I got what we came for which was some seafood then later on good old fish and chips at the seaside, you just can’t beat it. Whereas the teens? well of course they found a KFC and headed there. Honestly, you can bring the teens to the beach but you can’t make them eat seafood or fish and chips. We ventured down the quaint little streets with the cool trendy shops. A long walk along the beach and a wee in a pub when the land lord weren’t looking, although 6 of us went in he must have just been very charitable. Must have been that lunch time beer. Saturday ended having a wine sitting outside on a lake near to where we were staying. Sounds romantic but had to make sure the toddler didn’t fall in nor did the seagulls nor ducks eat him. Everyone played outside like the old times and tv was only mentioned around 8 pm when the sun went in. I ended my last glass of wine in front of BGT before retiring to the infamous uncomfortable (or is it these old bones) bed and Saturday was all wrapped up.

Sunday I woke and we were going home that very afternoon. Wow did that go quick but it was fun. The sea air, the big red nose sunburn, bruises and the memories. All fun and all good. The train was easier on the way home as both the trains last stop was our stop so no rushing. I cam home to a glass of wine and a lovely chilli con carne dinner lovingly cooked by mr shoreditch_mum. The 17 year actually looked pleased to see me, dare I say maybe even missed me a little? I was greeted by him with a very big bear hug which was nice. My weekend finished watching the final of BGT and then going to my large cosy and very comfortable bed with the large and cosy and very comfortable Mr Shoreditch_mum. BLISS..

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I am like THAT person showing you a slide show of our holiday but I won’t bore you. Just the highligghts..PROMISE!

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Just a lovely place so lush and green. We did have the sun as you can see although before 12 it was a bit overcast even windy and chilly. I managed to get some pics. From the seagulls to the Fishing Museum. Definitely an interesting place. You can walk down the quaint little trendy street which makes you feel like you are in Brighton. I reckon nearly as good! The sea food is amazing and if you dare get a ride up the East cliff railway service. We didn’t as my teen is scared of heights but it did look fun. Of course fish and chips was the dinner of choice, as there is so many along the front and they were really fresh and tasty. The kids of course wanted to go on the fair and it was quite cheap so everyone was happy. We spent some time near the beach getting some fresh clean air whilst the kids played with toys from the £1 shops. Always a good idea and hours of entertainment! All in all these pics will make me remember our 2 night jaunt for a while…

Well, are we here already? I hope you have enjoyed my blog this week and as always any feedback welcome good or bad. If you have any photography questions I will answer to my best ability. I hope you have a super duper week and the sun shines for all of us. I guess I will see you next week…Hope you miss me! I will miss you! Now go on with your weekend business I hope it is the best fun! but not as good as mine obvs…..;-) xx

For now

Shoreditch_mum

Gabriealla Wild Seeley

Rain Rain go away…

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Good Morning and A completely marvellous hello from me. How are you all this morning I am hoping just plain fabulous. Well what a helluva week we have had. Those thunderstorms. Just plain crazy. I have never heard such loud thunder and of course me and my half decent photography skills managed to bag a pic of the lightning. Well why not I say! rude not to..

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That is pretty marvellous don’t you think? Mother Nature at her best and I guess her worst all rolled into one. I watched in awe on Saturday night whilst having a few voddies with Mr shoreditch_mum and enjoying the light show. Being inside is key don’t you think. You can view all the splendidness inside all cosy, warm and dry and definitely slightly sloshed. I would even call it romantic. Holding hands looking out into the Saturday night sky. Swaying to the violent thunder sounds and stepping back “just in case’ the lightning fancied getting up and a bit too close… We danced the night away looking like a right pair of tits. The toddler enjoyed it though he thinks his parents are rather entertaining. I am hoping he isn’t laughing at and more with unlike the teenagers whom just think we are a right pair of old somethings, as you can imagine they stay completely out of our way all night in the safety of their rooms. Absolutely no middle agers in sight! I always like to have a full fat, diet bending gonna regret it tomorrow delicious meal on Saturday as it’s our treat night. From takeaways to maybe Sainsbury’s finest microwave curry but definitely something extremely calorific and very naughty! As for the teens and the toddler, I buy two arm loads of chocolate and sweets enough for numerous trips to the dentist but hey its Saturday night right? I suppose if it was upto the kids every night would be a Saturday night but then again the hubster and I are a little like that! Not with chocolate but with alcohol. Different booze does different things to us both. My husband likes whisky so he usually gets the one which is on offer. The different brands effect him differently it is rather odd to watch ranging from The hulk tearing his t-shirt off (which I bought him mind), happy and dancey, sleepy, sexual beast (yes he has that one more often) whilst I, get sleepy on wine, get over excited on Prosecco and I am a disco diva on my vodka. I am a bit of a snob really I don’t like cheap vodka, gone are the days that I will drink anything put in front of me! Hell no! Smirnoff minimum, Stolichnaya yes please or grey goose..a girl can dream. Yep A nice drink on a Saturday night with good company is always a splendid idea. As we always say you are a long time dead so we enjoy life especially at the weekend. My husband always looks even more gorgeous if possible on a Saturday night with my beer googles on and its when he is at his most romantic. Getting drinks all eve, complimenting me and telling me he loves me a thousand times. oh I do look forward to the weekends…

Then there was Bank holiday Monday. I was catching up with an old friend and her granchildren and we decided to meet at Victoria park. There was a festival on and lots of it was free so as soon as you say the word free and I am running down Shoreditch high street with River in tow going to get the number 8 bus. This takes you right to the park so such an easy and quick way to get there. The sun was shining, people were mooching about and I gave River a crumb to feed the ducks when no one was looking. Just bliss. People on the boats, dogs barking, pigeons sniffing around a bit too close if you ask me. Oh the mad old people with a basket full of kittens, I kid you not! London is infamous for the crazies! Anyway all was good and well. We had a marvellous time taking in the ambience of the place. My friends grandson was dressed as deadpool and I think the way River was eyeing him up that he thought he was the real one and he played the role perfectly. As we walked around the park I felt like he was with the real one, kids kept coming up and high fiving him and adults shouting ‘is he hot in that get up?’ Well the answer was of course but that guy is too cool for skool and he weren’t coming out of it any time soon! It just felt we had minor celebrity status. so much fun! There were loads to see and do at the festival. Food stalls, acrobatics, music and even an open door cinema, such crazy summer fun…UNTIL, The bloody rain! wow did it bolt down and wow did it come from nowhere. The scene was transformed from one of a lovely sunny festival to pure mayhem. It felt like someone turned a shower on. I was completely soaked and so was River. We ran to find cover but alas its quite open plan in the park, the only thing we did find was a small out building maybe a fountain or something but not much cover never the less. It felt like the whole park was trying to hoover under this small building. I didn’t even have a rain cover for the buggy so it was bloody miserable. It felt all so dramatic when I handed this lady my baby as if to say help me save him and his poor little soul. I then went back for my pram and carried it up the stairs back to my horrifield baby. The look he gave me! if looks could kill!. By this time I was completely and utterly soaked, the pram was soaked, the baby was soaked, you name it…Soaked. We stood for ever but actually maybe around 5 minutes when amongst all the crying and drama I turned to my friend. “It isnt going to stop is it?’ feeling our fate. ‘No’, she said, ‘Well I guess we better make a run for it?’ So we did. Back into the freezing cold rain and out into the field of grass that was once a happy place, all wild and free.. You could hear the sound of my flips flopping and slipping in the rain. We all looked like drowned rats as we headed out of the park to find shelter. Thats when we saw the pub, it was like the heavens were shining on it and there was a massive arrow pointing towards it. We huddled together outside the pub under a little shelter whilst it thundered and stormed still unsure of our fate but keeping a smile on our faces for the sake of the children. I really wanted a wine but thought better of it..I mean I would of caused a puddle trying to get in and out and I was my no means looking my best! so I stood and watched on as the rain threw itself down. Just then a cab came, about time too we had been waiting forever for it. It was like a knight in shining armour galloping up on a white horse to save us. We all proceeded to scramble into the cab and into the warmth and safety. We knew now it was going to be all cool in the world again, completely fine and dandy! My friend got dropped off first then River and I. I have never felt so happy to see my front door. We stepped out of our wet clothes and I got the biggest fluffiest towel for Mr Toddles and wrapped him up all safe and sound. Needless to say a large glass of wine and some telly later that night and then shoreditch_mum was a happy girl once more. I think the moral of the story is next time look at the effing weather forecast!! HONESTLY!

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Just a couple of pics of our day at Victoria park. When describing things to people there is nothing like a visual. Photos are so important for memories! I know I will remember that day for a while. Obviously they were taken when the sun was shining and before the rain. I will definitely go to Vicky park more often now but I will check the weather forecast and or always bring an umbrella. Those boats definitely have our name on it. I am looking forward to the long summer days and even longer summer nights. We love parks and somewhere for the kids to run and have fun and I think this one is so easy to get to and it is so big. A winner all round. Now if I can persuade the teenagers?

Well, here we are at the end of the blog this week. I hope you have enjoyed my ramblings this week. All comments welcome good or better still great. Any questions I am happy to give any advice if wanted. I hope you have a completely marvellous week and hopefully a drier one at that. I will see you next Friday for more chitter chatter from little old me. Have fun!

lots of love

For now

Shoreditch_mum

Gabriella Wild Seeley

Sunshine? Don’t mind if I do..

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Good morning all, The Sun has been smiling at us for a while now and I have to say I am rather enjoying it. We are out of hibernation and actually leave the flat to enter real life. The weather does affect our lives as city dwellers much more than we realise. When it is cold and rainy we are all so bloody miserable. I know I don’t smile from December 27th til May!. In March you may get a half a smile when we turn the clocks forward and April you may get a smirk if the bloody April showers give way for 5 frigging minutes. I kind of get on with my everyday life although comfort eating all the Curly Wurlys and drinking copious amounts of vodka do factor in. I then wonder why I have gained half a stone. I start to panic when that Sly Fox Summertime creeps up on me and I have to get my wobbly bits and bingo wings out. Why oh why are all the delicious things so bad and fattening for us, it is so not fair! when I was young and thin my famous line was ‘if it’s not illegal, immoral or fattening it is not worth doing’, Oh the body and metabolism of a 20 something, so bloody damn smug. I could eat, drink and not exercise and was a slim as a stick. Now my philosophy is more go for it at the weekend and regret it Monday morning. I mean life is meant for living so if 2 days of the week we cannot throw caution to the wind when can we? Don’t get me wrong I am not an animal, I don’t free pour my booze and When I get a 5 pack of curly wurlys I do give at least one away.. although I am far more likely to hide them. It is getting harder and much more difficult to do this as those teens keep finding my hiding places. From the clothes washing cupboard to even the unused recycle bin they are like chocolate blood hounds and never ever give up. I do recycle. The unused recycle bin came with the kitchen units and I can’t get a cereal box in it more like a baked bean can so a complete waste of time! I am really good at rycling, I actually bought a full size bin because I am a super-duper queen recycler. I feel guilty if I put anything in the normal bin that shouldn’t be there. It keeps me up at night. The only time I don’t is when the remnants in the can, box or tin don’t come off when I give it a sloosh, I then give in and put it with the real rubbish. I do feel a little like a criminal. Well actually a lot! So much so I take my rubbish down in a balaclava very late at night dressed all in black. I tip toe around hiding closely behind walls, ducking and diving and whistling the theme tune of the Mission Impossible film. Well I need some inspiration when being a criminal and I need to feel the role. I suppose I could be a bank robber or even better a very naughty rubbish ninja. Anyway I don’t do it often as that is completely rude, against my law and not showing my love for the earth and that is a complete no-no!.

Another thing I have promised myself and told everyone now so can’t get out of it is that because of The Sun, I will be nappy training the soon to be (July 31st) 3-year-old son. Now this is proving far trickier than I expected. Mr Toddles has decided that he doesn’t like his bottom out for all to see and has taken a bit of a distaste to my choice of big boy pants. This you see is the fundamental things that are needed to achieve said nappy training. I have tried bribery with ice pops but a bare bottomed boy he ain’t! I thought my dinosaur pants were great and even checked on-line for some for the old man but nope, they are solely for the wearers of pants age 2 to 3. I mean when teaching a child life skills you usually have to let them copy you but in this instance I don’t blame him. I would get some funny looks if the neighbours caught a glimpse of me bare arsed and I certainly think the teenagers would have me carted off to be sectioned to the nearest mental hospital. As for the husband, well he would probably quite enjoy it but a naturist I’m not. I don’t even get my legs out much these days preferring my long lustrous flowing skirts. Age I suppose. Although he (River NOT the hubby, I am not THAT close to him) has seen me on the loo enough. The little so and so cries outside the door if I don’t let him in. When we are all in the living room I try to tip toe out or give him something to eat, even better try to distract him with toys. I even shout out sometimes ‘I am going to the bedroom to get err a brush’ when his eyes are locked on to me mid escape with the ‘is she off to the loo look without me’, but oh no the minute I close the door he is either quick enough to get in or at least throw a hand or foot to jam the door, That way I can’t shut it. If that doesn’t work he screams so loud I am sure the whole block can hear and think I am beating him up..So you would think his obsession with sitting with me holding my hand, trying to sit on my lap or giving me the toilet roll so I can finish would mean he has an interest in doing it himself.. or so you would hope. Nope, no interest not one little bit. I sit him on the toilet and he shakes his head as if to say ‘no wee in there mum’. I bring him down off his especially little toddler toilet seat and then get him to clean his hands which he seems to like. All good there but when we return to sit in the living room he will proceed to wee on floor, in the pants that he has allowed me to put on once so far (when he was not looking) or a fresh clean nappy. I am sure he does it on purpose. I guess 1-0 to him. There is always tomorrow, the next day or the day after.. bloody toddlers! I WILL GET HIM IN PANTS!

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I thought I would get some pics of River this week as it has been a while and they grow up too quick. I wanted to show how with a bit of thought it is easy to take interesting pics of them. I love more natural pics I don’t like a forced smile or the kids looking too awkward so the first 3 below are of just taking pics with him taking the lead.

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The vibrant colours of the graffiti really stands out and makes for a lovely colourful pic. It’s always nice when my little chap is smiling too.

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This last one has less saturation, I was going for a more old polaroid feel to it rather than modern and vibrant like the others but I am sure you will agree all lovely. I do love playing around with colour in my pics, adding more, taking out or completely getting rid of. I think it really changes the look of the pic ranging from classic to modern. It is funny that by just changing the amount of colour you use in your final pic. That is why when having your pics taken you should put all of this into consideration, your colour of clothes or accessories even whatever is in the background. A usual fav of my is a lovely blue sunny sky. Makes the pics stand out every time with the deep Blue colour.

Well this is me for another completely fabulous week. any comments or questions warmly welcome. I will try to answer them to the best of my ability of an upstanding member of the commuinity…ish. I shall endeavor to continue my weekly blog but like last week I do sometimes have to miss a week. Blame the eccentric artist that is my husband. He had a show on last week so we were in Brighton. yep it was a smash and yep we had the weather so winner winner chicken dinner. Now go off and enjoy that Delicious sun as we don’t know when she will leave us for another country….fickle so and so… 😉

See you hopefully next week if you play your cards right!! 😁

For now

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Gabriella Wild Seeley