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I haven’t written long-form for the best part of a year. The last post on my blog was about the man who believed he wanted to date me. That monologue may have given him pause. This piece I have been sitting on for months revising and editing, editing and revising. That’s the thing about writing. When our writing muscles are flexed daily and the words come easy, it leaves little room for self-doubt. Leave it a month or nine without writing and the peanut gallery in our heads take over, throwing rotten tomatoes at every letter on the page, jeering at our belief that anyone would want to read anything we had to say. So it was with my first real editor and to which this new piece, “Missing,” is dedicated. I hope you enjoy my words. Mx

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OUR CHILDREN AS TEACHERS - this was the young woman who said at around the tender age of 7:⁠
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"If we can't stay in our PJs all day on a Sunday in our own house then when can we?"⁠
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There started the family tradition of anyone in the family being able to call "PJs DAY!" on a whim.⁠
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This young woman continues to turn my head with a wisdom beyond her years and the kindest heart I want to hold onto and protect. A job I have thoroughly enjoyed and embraced over the past 26 years.⁠
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Happy birthday, Morsey.⁠
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Love, Mummy x⁠

There is always a day each year – not always the same one – I officially name spring. It used to be when Bronnie brought me the first daffodils of the season or the sudden appearance of cotton candy blossoms on our trees. But even now, living in the city without Bronnie or my country garden, I can recognise a day that smells sunflower fresh, a day full of possibilities, a day I name spring.⁠
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WHAT A DIFFERENCE A YEAR MAKES - This is my first ever (ever) birthday post. It's hard to believe pre-COVID even Denzel Washington wearing only baby oil could not have prised me out from behind my camera lens. So, whilst I'm here in some form, let me say a MASSIVE THANK YOU for your kind words and messages this week. It has meant a lot. And much love and happy birthday to my lovely twin sister today too. Mx ⁠

THIS TIME LAST VALENTINE'S - I was already missing my children as I walked past a wedding store this morning which was showcasing one of their favourite books from childhood - “Guess How Much I Love You.” The kids would be beside themselves when their father then flung out his arms and shouted “This Much!” That became a bit of a thing in our family. Still is.⁠
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And this exact day last year, I was with two of the children. Tess had flown in from New York and, together with Morgan, it was we girls together in London. It would have been impossible to imagine then that flying in from anywhere, or hugging and laughing in close proximity would have been damn near illegal a year on.⁠
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Continuing the trudge to get some essentials this morning, I passed another store which also encapsulated what I want for all of my children; so I will end with the profound words from Primark’s window:⁠
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“Stay Safe. Live.”⁠
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In the meantime, know I love you all “THIS MUCH!”⁠
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LET IT SNOW - It’s snowing and which reminds me why we banned TV on school mornings when my “kids” were children. Morgan and Hart would move at the pace of jam racing marmalade uphill when it came time to turn the TV off and get ready for school. Bronnie and I, as well as corralling children into showers, breakfast and school uniform, also had to get ready for work and the demands of the day. And God-Damn-It, those children seemed to move even slower when it was a big meeting day at the office.⁠
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Then one school morning it snowed.⁠
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I caught the furtive looks between the children, but thought nothing of it and, to be fair, they were getting ready as asked, but at a more studied rather than a slow pace. It was hard to define. Come to find out the children were waiting for the text to come in cancelling the school day because of the white stuff falling from the sky, which had now settled on the ground to about 3 inches.⁠
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The text came in.⁠
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Morgan and Hart were out of school uniform, into house clothes and tobogganing down our driveway with other kids from the neighbourhood faster than a Government U-turn.⁠
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“So you kids do know how to move in the mornings,” I shouted through the kitchen door, as a snowball hit me thump in the middle of my forehead.⁠
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Happy snowy Sunday, friends. Mx⁠
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KINDNESS PLEASE STAND - There were many great moments in yesterday’s US Presidential inauguration. I for one high-fived the TV when Joe made it down those stairs to start his four-year journey. (Those of us in the “certain age” bracket salute you, Sir.) And what his speech may have lacked in orgasm-inducing rhetoric, it made up for in kindness. A glimmer of hope for a different approach to the many (many) subjects which currently polarise and divide us. My daffodils, which have stayed stubbornly closed for the last few days, came out in full bloom and agreement this morning. 🇺🇸

Autumn⁠
Leaves⁠
Shoes⁠
Had to be done⁠
Don't hate me.⁠
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When someone who didn't even know you were having a challenging week, gives you an unexpected gift, which says "Hey, I see you."⁠
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Thank you, Lucy. Mx

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I was staging this book for a shoot, but then nose-dived into the pages and didn't emerge until I'd nearly lost the light. Funny how I used to chastise the kids for stopping to read books they were supposed to be clearing away. I see now it was hard-wired into their genetic make-up. 📚

Since coming out from behind the camera more, what Paula of @hillhousevintage said to me is completely true. After a while, you just don't care and actually start to enjoy it. And I've only realised after many years of unhelpful self-critique, I quite like my smile - something I wish I could go back and tell my younger self. Here there was good reason to smile after being reunited with my youngest daughter, @morganfargo, after months of imposed separation. #saycheese 📸

I was locked out of one of my accounts for a LONG time this weekend. I’d concocted a password with non-sequential numbers and letters of the alphabet, added an additional number and a special character, all with varying degrees of upper and lowercase, but was then unable to recall the thing two seconds later. Of course I didn’t write it down! It was so dastardly clever there was no way I would forget it. Maybe the thing to remember next time is I’m not as clever as I think I am, but let’s not get into that rashly wild and foolish talk.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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But there is no forgetting we are at the top of another week, where the dashed dreams of last week should be forgotten as we plunge into another 7 days full of creativity, endless hope, and delicious possibilities. And hopefully one where the word “dastardly” makes a comeback. It’s time. 🤗 Much love, Mx

I'm in a heads-down-no-distractions phase at the moment, greatly aided by the sun making an appearance once or twice this week - 🎵HAPPY SUMMER TO US. 🎵The great news is I've made tremendous progress on the To-Do list. Yes, I knew you'd be pleased. 😊Love & light this Friday, friends. Love & light. Mx

After what we shall call an “eventful” week last week (mostly me crying into a Lemsip with antibiotics chaser), let’s bring some #MondayMotivation to this week. Some people flee their creativity, believing it the purview of the young or “the time for all of that” has passed. Angeles Arrien, best known for her book ‘The Four-Fold Way: Walking the Paths of the Warrior, Healer, Teacher, and Visionary,’ said:⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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“The field of creativity that exists within each individual is freed by moving out of ideas of wrong-doing or right doing.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Can I hear an Amen to that? Creativity is the space where the best version of ourselves lives and breathes - and that is ageless.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Happy new week, friends. Mx

Looks like the picnic basket may have to stay in the cupboard this weekend since the weather forecast is forecasting rain and storms. Is it any wonder the Brits are obsessed with talking about the weather? Forget the unfairness of a scorching working week and a so-so weekend, it’s the unpredictability for me. I remember the day before our wedding, Bronnie and I were forced to call the marquee company amidst fears the marquee might melt it was so hot. We got married in our garden. That was the day before our wedding. The day of the wedding? Torrential rain. The strange thing, though, is most of our guests don’t remember it rained that day and, in truth, it was one of the best days I’ve spent on this earth. Let the weather do its worst, then, as we all resolve to have a super weekend - come rain or shine. Mx

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Daffodils - rebirth, new beginnings, and good fortune⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Red roses - enduring passion⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Stocks - beauty, a happy life, and the bonds of affection⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Tulips - perfect love⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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I'll take that. 🌻

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