Why I am so bad at writing

logoI just wanted to explain a bit more why I am so bad at writing my blog at the moment.

I am doing a Social Media Manager course.  I am doing this on top of my normal work, helping Rob with his company and setting up my own company.  Oh and housework, wife work, mother work etc etc.

But I have 6 weeks left, so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I promise to be a bit more inspiring and regular at writing, once I have got to the end of that tunnel.

This has been the most exciting, tiring, brain pounding thing I have ever done and I know it will be worth it.

So I am asking if you have a bit of time to join me on my journey.

I would love for lots of followers on facebook, twitter and instagram.  And if in the next 6 weeks you could like, comment and generally enthuse about everything, I would be eternally grateful.  It’s all about the statistics people, need those numbers to go up and up.

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/lovedancehants/

Twitter: @LoveDanceHants

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lovedancehants/

AND if you are in Surrey or Hampshire I would love people to enter my competition.  All you have to do is comment on my competition post on Facebook – telling me your favourite dance class/event/show etc.  And you will go into a prize draw to win a bespoke dance t shirt.

I am very grateful for all of you, all my very, very, very tired love, Fiona.

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Mother’s Holiday

20170529_17151420170601_105916(0)Hello my loves,

I am so sorry that I haven’t written lately, I have been on Holiday.

Not for a whole month, just for a week.  But you know what it’s like as a mother….

The week before the Holiday is spent packing for everyone, washing everything, buying everything, organising tickets, money, taxis etc.  By the time I got on the plane I was a stressed-out mess with bags under my eyes the size of the suitcases I had packed.

washingThen the week on Holiday I managed all the money, tickets, organisation, map reading, tour guiding, decision making, food ordering in very poor French/Arabic, and haggling.

The week after Holiday I spent unpacking, washing, ironing and catching up on all the things that weren’t done whilst I was away.

And then last week, well I was just exhausted…

But the Holiday was marvellous and worth it.  We went to Marrakech in Morocco. I went there when I was young, single and fancy free and it’s one of my most favourite places in the world.  I was excited to take my family and was hoping they would love it too20170528_133609

I had organised 3 days in the Medina (Old walled town) of Marrakech and then 4 days by a pool, sleeping in Bedouin tents.

Well it wasn’t the HUGE success I thought it would be, but they did enjoy themselves a little bit (ungrateful so and so’s).  The kids were a bit freaked out by the intensity that is the Arabic market place and Hubby was bored sitting by the pool.  You can’t please all the people all the time.

But I don’t care I loved it.  It was the first time since having children that I got my old travel the world feeling back – that amazement, freedom and excitement that you get going into somewhere so foreign and intense.  I could feel my confidence and my sense of wonder come back – instead of the general tiredness that is my life at the moment.  And the bags under my eyes weren’t there when I got back on the plane.

IMG_8836And I shall be going back – probably by myself 😊