Tuesday, January 27, 2015

My Weekend

A weekend months in the making, important to me as it was to celebrate my fortieth, a time for me to celebrate this passing of time with family and friends around me; to feel cherished and valued; to reflect on what has been and what is to come; to have time (valuable precious time) with those I love.

The venue: Eastwood House on the banks of the River Tay
The weekend: a snowy, clear blue-skied, crisp weekend in January
The people:- Hopeful Mummy and Hopeful Daddy, Mr Tweed and Lady of Camptoun, Sweetpea and Mr T, Charleston girl and No Eye-dea, Wonderwoman and Captain America, Lady Muse, Bhaji Man and Numberific, and Boho Chick and The Detective.

And what a weekend it was!  I could not have asked for more - truly, it was everything and so much more than I expected.

We arrived to a snowy scene and a welcoming house, fires lit and lights on.  The house itself beautiful in its splendour and simplicity, well appointed and comfortable.  Gin flowed and people arrived.  A home cooked Indian banquet with homemade bhajis started the weekend well.  Everyone, without children for the first time in goodness know how long, was relaxed, conversation flowed (rude and crude, and sensible only occasionally) and party games ensued.  The sound of laughter startled me - as I recognised my own  - and warmed my heart.

On the way to bed the present fairy struck - present 1 - and as I unwrapped the gift in its delicate pink paper and white bow, I laughed - 9 little marshmallows (Boomf - genius!) with my (flattering?) portraits on them.

I slept the sleep of the blessed, waking to the sound of the Tay outside of my window, no children just peace and tranquillity.  Slowly everyone woke and made their way to breakfast and a lazy day ahead.  Walking, wandering, playing, laughing, reading and snoozing.  How long, I wonder, had it been since our minds and bodies had relaxed?

The present fairy struck again - present two - the book of sheonad - everything i needed to know about my birthday, year of birth and so much more.  Imagine this - I share 50% of my DNA with a banana! This time the identity of the present fairy became clear:

"Brilliant, amazing, wonderful, dazzling, talented, ingenious; the list of words to describe you goes on and on.  What choice was there but to write a book about you. Enjoy!  Mr Tweed and Lady of Camptoun"

Late on the Saturday afternoon people wandered to get ready:- a flurry of blue eyeshadow, synthetic hair, big glasses, frilly shirts, velvet and marabou.  Black tie with a touch of 70s was the theme and what a fabulous effort was made! From 70s glamour to rock and roll and boho chic we were ready to celebrate!

We braved the cold to venture outside to photograph sparklers,  but instead I was treated to a firework spectacle - I find fireworks truly beautiful and was moved to tears by the planning Mr Tweed and Lady Camptoun had done to make my weekend one to remember.

The kitchen had been taken over by the extremely talented and very personable Aaron Hartmann from Season Catering.   A delectable feast was brought before us over the course of the evening:


Smoked Salmon, Blinis, Horseradish Cream and Keta Caviar
Smoked Venison Pate, Toasted Foccacia & Goats cheese

To Start

Loch Fyne Diver caught Scallops Cooked Two Ways, Asian Influence.


Sirloin Of Scottish Beef, Spinach, Potato Rosti, Beetroot & Garlic Butter, Red Wine Jus


Lemon Tart, Praline & Berry Compote

A surprise birthday cake by Three Sisters Bake - coffee and walnut - organised by D and steeped in family history - and words of love,wisdom and friendship offered by all around the table.

Merry and happy, sitting by the fire, the evening drew slowly to a close with Lady Muse sharing her By Ailey Mae Vanilla Cocoa Chai Powder - which is divinely delicious! - and then to bed, with my granny pants on and Catwoman Jolly Ginger from Biscuiteers to munch on - thank you, present fairy! - for another night of unadulterated sleep.

Although many left on the Sunday, the weekend was not yet over.  Scrabble by the fire, fish and chips for tea, a silly fun film - The Sweetest Thing - to make us laugh and giggle - precious, precious, glorious time.  And a sleep of the blessed...

This weekend proved something to me: it's been so long since I felt like myself; so long since I have laughed so hard and for so long; so long since I have spent time with my beloved, my friend, my husband; so long since I have been surrounded by those who carry me high; and so long since I felt so loved.  Thank you to all that made this weekend so memorable.  When can we go again?

Party bags - condoms, alkaseltzer, gaviscon, berroca, scratchcard, sweeties of the 70s (popping candy, flying saucers, kola cubes, dipdabs, tutti frutti, double lolly, fruits salad and shrimps)

This post was not sponsored in any shape or form - I just want to share the love!

Sunday, January 18, 2015


18th January 1975
A Saturday, normally reserved for rugby alone and I decided to arrive...

Fast forward forty years and here I am, celebrating my fortieth birthday.

I still remember my 18th as if it was yesterday, my 21st as if it was this morning and my 30th as if it were just a moment ago...

Life and living consumes time, with all the highs and lows, and the numbers tick by.

I am grateful for every year that has passed as it is only through the passage of time that I have become the person I am today.

I'm proud of the person I am, all that I have and all that I do.  

I am the sum total of myself, my family, my friends.

As I enter this new decade, I choose to live this one wild and precious life more joyously and mindfully.  

I choose to flourish.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Love Ever Gives

Our anniversary this year was celebrated by one and all:
we are blessed to have such wonderful family and friends.

"It all began" Card by thispaperbook from my "little" flower girl, Sweetpea

And a quote left by my Lady Muse, eloquent and very true:

"Love ever gives. 
Forgives outlives. 
And ever stands with open hands. 
And while it lives, it gives. 
For this is love's perogatives:
To give, and give, and give."

John Oxenham

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

I will be here - ten years on

Ten years, or
521 weeks, or
87,672 hours, or
5,260,320 minutes, or
315,619,200 seconds.

Ten years seems so much longer when you count the seconds but is really nothing when I consider how long I want to be married to D for... The vows we took bind us together for our lifetimes.

Our tenth wedding anniversary and I feel we deserve so much more than tin (but this is exactly what D is getting!):  I laugh, however, as it is rather apt, our union can be summed up in tin (can):

Edinburgh girl meets Glasgow Boy

(In Glasgae they call it a tin of ginger)

So D, 
my beloved,
my friend,
thank you for the last ten years.
I will be here for you

I will be here 

If in the morning when you wake,
If the sun does not appear,
I will be here.
If in the dark we lose sight of love,
Hold my hand and have no fear,
I will be here.
I will be here,
When you feel like being quiet,
When you need to speak your mind I will listen.
Through the winning, losing, and trying we’ll be together,
And I will be here.
If in the morning when you wake,
If the future is unclear,
I will be here.
As sure as seasons were made for change,
Our lifetimes were made for years,
I will be here.
I will be here,
And you can cry on my shoulder,
When the mirror tells us we’re older.
I will hold you, to watch you grow in beauty,
And tell you all the things you are to me.
We’ll be together and I will be here.
I will be true to the promises I’ve made,
To you and to the one who gave you to me.
I will be here.

Steven Curtis Chapman

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Let the Year Begin

Ne'ers gone by;
Moments of reflection,
Looking to the
Glancing at the

Inspiration found!
A song,
Fittingly by a band of
My youth:
Dreams and
Wishes for the future

A brand new year!
Each day a new start with
Opportunities galore.
Let the day begin.
Positively present.
Let the year
Begin and

  "Let The Day Begin"

Here's to the babies in a brand new world
Here's to the beauty of the stars
Here's to the travellers on the open road
Here's to the dreamers in the bars

Here's to the teachers in the crowded rooms
Here's to the workers in the fields
Here's to the preachers of the sacred words
Here's to the drivers at the wheel

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin

Here's to the winners of the human race
Here's to the losers in the game
Here's to the soldiers of the bitter war
Here's to the wall that bears their names

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day start

Here's to the doctors and their healing work
Here's to the loved ones in their care
Here's to the strangers on the streets tonight
Here's to the lonely everywhere

Here's to the wisdom from the mouths of babes
Here's to the lions in the cage
Here's to the struggles of the silent war
Here's to the closing of the age.

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day start

Simple Minds