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WHAT MEL DID

I hereby declare this Bank Holiday open. Mine kicks off with ice cream for breakfast then lunch with my youngest. Two of these things may be true. Then a weekend of blessed creativity. Starting off with getting back into tassels. (No, not those kinds of tassels. I think I’d lack the propulsion needed at this uncertain age.) No, cushion making with tassels, some photography, some writing, definitely some reading, and with not a practical project in sight. Replacing the loo stopper thingy does not a Bank Holiday make. Enjoy yours whatever it holds, which I hope includes ice cream for breakfast. Much love, Mx

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If I knew I was carrying this cool dude 23 years' ago, I would have dressed up for the occasion. I am cool by association and blessed by blood. Happy birthday, Harty. Mummy x
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“MISSING”

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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Mx⁠

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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Melinda is a passionate entrepreneur and creative. She will marry Denzel Washington after the sudden disappearance of any of his wives.

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