There are certain places that evoke some deep-seated memories, aren’t there? If I drive down a certain road I’ll remember an old friend who lived there, if I go anywhere near the Midlands I remember bits of my university experience, and if I go to the shops near my parents’ I remember being a teenager, having a half-day at the end of the school term and hopping on the bus with my friends to go and saturate ourselves in White Musk body spray at the Body Shop and try on different outrageous shades of nail polish.
I was struggling somewhat to come up with a blog post for today. I have a few posts in the works, but they’re all time-dependant or waiting on…something, so there I was. Speechless.
As I so often do in these kinds of situations I mulled over the week I just had, wondering if anything had occurred, or even just floated through my head, that might be interesting to write about. As it happened, I had to go into London on Saturday for a very old, very dear friend’s hen do – I don’t think I would have made that kind of trek for anyone else for just a lunch!
For two committed carnivores I never imagined The Man and I would end up eating mostly vegetarian food, yet that’s exactly what has happened. Once or twice a week we’ll have a meat meal, once or twice a fish meal, the rest of the time pure, straight-up veggie – we don’t even eat meat substitutes. It’s not because we don’t enjoy meat, trust me, we do. The Sunday roast or a bacon sandwich is still a treat we look forward to with great relish, but we just couldn’t justify the quantity of meat we were eating – not and feel like we were eating ethically.
How to choose an Independent Midwife
If you read my previous post – What is an Independent Midwife? – and were considering hiring one then you might be wondering how you would choose an Independent Midwife. I personally think choosing a midwife (if you’re lucky enough to have a choice) is rather like selecting a partner from a dating site – it’s that level of compatibility that you’re looking for and if you don’t click then that’s fine, but it’s probably not going to work out.
What is an Independent Midwife? Well I’ll tell you, but first allow me to tell you a story…
I floated groggily up to the surface feeling disorientated, confused and deeply deeply frightened and sad. The general anaesthetic still ran through my system, pulling me down, but I must have made some kind of incoherent noise because there was movement in the corner of the room that drew my eyes to my midwife, sitting up from the armchair she had been sleeping in whilst waiting for me to come to. She came over to my bedside and started, once again, taking care of me just as she had been for the whole of pregnancy, the whole of my labour.
Exciting times here as we anxiously await the Primary school admissions results and find out whether we get the school of our choice. We are fortunate indeed, to live here, as all the primary schools nearby are pretty highly rated, but for a number of reasons we’d really prefer the local village school – good-sized outdoor space to run off the fidgets, don’t need a car to get there (we only have the one), all his local chums will be going there – that sort of thing.