I did debate a lot whether I should or not link up to Living Arrows again. Last time I did, I had two Living Arrows. Sadly, one has left us for Heaven, way too soon. But then I decided to go for it. In my heart, I still do have two living arrows. One lives only in my heart for now. And in my memories. I think of my Georgie every day. Many times a day. Most of the time, I remember the bad times. The hospital days. The trauma. But today, when I thought of him, I had this memory. Of him grinning. Being happy. Not understanding the magnitude of his diagnosis. Not knowing that chemo would make him sick. Just basking in our love. Just soaking in the attention and the pouring of our hearts. I remembered your smiles today, sweet boy. And for a moment, I smiled too. My other living arrow, I still have with me and it is such a joy to see her grow. In wisdom, knowledge and years. …

Next time we do the baby thing, if we will be blessed with another precious little one, I will do things differently. With Georgie, I got a second hand pram and Moses basket, thinking I was saving money. I did, that is true, but I have always felt I didn’t give him the best. And boy, did he deserve it, my little brave boy! So, next time, if there will be a next time, I will get everything brand new. Brand new to symbolise a fresh start. And hopefully a different story. With both Georgie and Emma, we couldn’t do the Moses basket. They just wouldn’t settle in. Emma had bad infant reflux. And Georgie, poor baby boy, he had sore bones. So next time, I want to get a BEDNEST, to have my baby so close to me, within easy reach. For those early days when everything is fuzzy. For those late night feeds. For those much needed and wanted cuddles. Next time, I will buy a brand new pram. No second hands. A …

Back in December, at the end of a very emotionally taxing month, I decided to purge my Facebook “friend” list. I had at that time 500 people on my list and I decided to remove EVERYBODY who: 1. In the five months since July had not mentioned Georgie’s passing. Not even remotely. Not even indirectly, by “liking” any of my boy’s pictures. Nada. 2. In the five months since our lives were shattered had lurked in the shadows of Facebook, like spectators or emotional voyeurs, never approaching me personally or virtually but satisfying their need of sensationalism from afar. So I removed 150 “friends.” Last week, on top of feeling crap with the flu, having hubby dismantle precious memories in a moment of rage and feeling totally numb emotionally, I had to deal with two outbursts regarding my Facebook list purge. And I was reminded, once again, why I chose NOT to have those people in my life and why I will stick to my decision. When it is all about you, about how difficult …

As I said in my previous post, I feel Northern Ireland is my country of heart and I would do anything in my power to see it doing well. Buying local is one of the easiest and yet the most efficient ways to support the local economy. So I was thrilled when, at the end of January, we were asked to review Flavour First, a small local farm based in Donaghadee and delivering veg, fruit and salad boxes in counties Down and Antrim. We were sent loads of yummy eggs of which we made very good use, as you know, Emma and I can eat eggs in every prepared form and for every meal :-). We were asked to include them into a Romanian recipe, if possible. In Romania, we use eggs for simply everything. From scrambled eggs for breakfast to deviled eggs for special holidays to coating schnitzels at dinner time. Not to mention all kinds of sweet and  savoury recipes! So, we used ours in everything and tonight, we used the last ones …