Fantasies: then and now (from my sketchbook)

    I’m still waiting for Colin Firth-as-Mr Darcy to come and sweep me off my feet with ardent protestations of his affection but it does seem increasingly unlikely that that particular fantasy will to come to fruition.  However, it’s not all doom and gloom. On Saturday we head off to the Italian Alps to enjoy a week’s skiing holiday without the child in tow. This means no alarms, no chores, cappuccino aplenty and several sleeps in a hotel bed.  It’s the little things people. It’s the little things.   **My thanks go out to my friend Catherine Land who stepped in to offer photoshop support.**

 

I’m still waiting for Colin Firth-as-Mr Darcy to come and sweep me off my feet with ardent protestations of his affection but it does seem increasingly unlikely that that particular fantasy will to come to fruition.

However, it’s not all doom and gloom. On Saturday we head off to the Italian Alps to enjoy a week’s skiing holiday without the child in tow. This means no alarms, no chores, cappuccino aplenty and several sleeps in a hotel bed.

It’s the little things people. It’s the little things. 

**My thanks go out to my friend Catherine Land who stepped in to offer photoshop support.**