Rimming Martha

If I had a dollar for every time I’ve driven from Auckland to Tauranga and back I’d have, well, lots of dollars. Now that I don’t have crying babies, screaming toddlers, or kids who want to stop at every playground on the way I try to mix the journey up a little. Sometimes I takeContinue reading “Rimming Martha”

You can’t beat happiness

Day 14 – our last full day of the holiday. Tomorrow night we start the long schlep back to NZ from Paris.  Well before leaving home I booked Disneyland tickets for the three Scotts who wanted to visit. Murray had some work to do in Paris, so after we had filled ourselves from the brilliantContinue reading “You can’t beat happiness”

Trains, more trains and Ubermobiles

Day 12 was a day of using nearly every mode of transport under the sun and making a return to backpacking. But first, we started with a lazy morning at the hotel packing up after a week of being stationary then getting an Uber to Slough Station.  (The faces you make when your parents forceContinue reading “Trains, more trains and Ubermobiles”

Last days in London

It was a short walk from Waterloo Station to The London Dungeon, here we had unfinished business. In 2012 when Kennedy was nine and Christian was six the three of us visited this attraction. We got maybe ⅔ of the way through before one of the children was so freaked out we had to exitContinue reading “Last days in London”

A fractured family

Day 7 – a week of our holiday has gone by already and we are settling into something of a routine. Murray and I wake up at ‘old person o’clock’, somewhere between 6 and 7am. Murray ambles down to the local supermarket to pick up a newspaper and milk, and I message the kids toContinue reading “A fractured family”

A different kind of Christmas

As I rush around like a mad thing, worrying that I haven’t bought the right gifts, or enough gifts while spending hours trying to juggle work and traffic to buy these gifts I’ve cast my mind back 10 years and a simpler Christmas. 24th December 2011 It’s Christmas Eve. It doesn’t feel very Christmassy. LaosContinue reading “A different kind of Christmas”