Mayfield Farm Bakery & School

There is the cutest little bakery that I pass twice every day when I am doing my school run.

It is a complete jem of a place.  I am serious, it is a diamond.

The bakery is own by a very lovely couple, Nick and Jane Anderson.  Nick's family has been in baking since the 1600’s.  They have pictures on the wall of some of the stores the family had a long time ago in London.

I went to a lovely baking class, and here is the yumminess that was made!

Spanish bread, whole grain bread and whole grain bread with dried cranberries and walnuts.

Last year they opened a lovely cafe.  I often enjoy going into the cafe with my kindle.  It is a nice way to spend the afternoon.

Sweet Potato soup and their delicious breads.

The breakfast is delicious!

Mayfield as has a wonderful farm shop!

Spelt and gluten free items.

Jams

 I will recommend if you are in the area, you should stop in and say hello to Jane, Nick and the bakers if they are around.  They are lovely and will be very happy to see you.

Unfortunately, I can’t show pictures of everything.  But, I’ll leave you with these delicious scones.  

Fire

Sometimes it is wonderful how the universe works.  Somedays it hands your flowers, other days... well, if one did not have to get out of bed, one probably would not!

As many of you know I bought a pass to hot yoga last September.  I had really missed my yoga and even though I detest doing it in a super heated room, I found that the teacher really was a wonderful teacher and I learned from her.  She has since left as she was substituting for the regular teacher who recently had a baby.

The teacher ran a fire sequence in class recently.  She picks one of four themes (earth, water, fire and air) and runs her classes around them.  I only noticed when she had an short talk about fire.  She encouraged us all to find or own fires in our lives, our own anger and to let them go.  It was a wonderful reminder and seemed especially fitting with some recent events.  The universe works in strange ways....

A few years ago, on my own journey to be a better person, I realized something very important about myself.  When I was hurt, I did not deal with the hurt that I felt.  I did not know how...  Instead I sprang instantly and directly into fire or anger.  So, I after I realized this, I had to do a lot of thinking, healing, asking for forgiveness and forgiving.

I also had to figure out a way to stop striking out with anger and instead convey my true feelings.  It has taken a lot of time to figure out the proper way to do this and I will be honest.  I am not perfect, I make mistakes and I sometimes I do revert back to anger.  Remember, I am a work in progress!

So, when my yoga instructor asked us to find our anger and let is go, I was happy to say that there was no anger in my life to be found.  In my journey, I have also come to realize that hanging onto anger is very draining.

Now, to find a proper way to deal with the hurt....

The Crazy American Who Dances on Tables

We recently went into London and celebrated one of our friends birthday.  To keep it simple and keep her ID private, I’ll call her Little Miss Champagne.  Her husband then has to be Little Mr Champagne which I am promptly shortening to Mr Champagne.  Also in the group was my Super Handsome Husband and our friends the Innuendos, again, names changed for privacy.

So, Mrs Innuendo had mentioned that she had been to a restaurant in London called Circus for her birthday a few years ago. Little Miss Champagne and I oohed and ahhhed over her description of the festivities.  So, I was super excited when Little Miss Champagne said that she wanted to go down as a group for her birthday!  Yay!

No big signage to advertise this place!

We met at the Champagnes' home.  They had arranged a driver to take us down into London.  After a glass of some bubbly, we headed down for a night of fun.  The Champagnes had been to Rome the past weekend.  We spent the car ride talking about how lovely Rome was to visit.  Mrs Champagne walked Mr Champagne’s feet off, they saw all the amazing sights and it was all good!

We arrived at the restaurant and started out drinking Prosecco.  It is Italy’s version of Champagne.  Yummy stuff!

Super Handsome Husband and Mr Champagne did not have Prosecco.

Sitting at the table, starting from left back:  Me, Super Handsome, Mrs Innuendo.  Going to the right back, Mr and Mrs Champagne and then Mr Innuendo.

Then we drank, a lot. We laughed, a lot and we told funny stories! We did manage some dinner in there as well. Mr Champagne had recently been in New York city for his 40th birthday and he shared the now famous handbag story.  Let’s just say that it involved a Mulberry handbag, some hung over English blokes and ended with lots and lots of laughter!

Then I decided to WOW my English friends with a funny phrase that required Super Handsome to recount a super hilarious story that caused our English friends to laugh hysterically at our American cluelessness!

Long story short....

You see what she is doing?  Well, is has a TOTALLY different meaning in the UK.  When I said the phrase we use (as I was shoving a second drink in his hand) Mr. Champgne’s eye almost detached themselves from his head.  Since I do keep this blog g-rated.... I will go no further.  

We were kicked out of our table after two hours.  So, we headed to the bar.

Here are the girls!

Here are the boys!

Everyone but Mr. Champagne

Little Miss Champagne took a picture with one of the performers!

Ooooo!  I wanted to as well!

Then another performance started. Super Handsome was at the bar buying the last round of drinks. I decided to go a little closer to get a good view of what was happening.  One of the staff members said “Hey!  You can go on stage!”  I thought, “WOT!”  and guess who ended up on the stage, dancing and pulling up the tight little black dress I had decided to squeeze into that night.  

This is not me, but it was our view of the stage.

Sorry, there will be no pictures.  It was fun and all, but really, no one needs to see the crazy American up on the stage flailing about and hitching up her dress.  Mr Champagne kindly ran to tell Super Handsome where I was and he took pictures to prove that I was indeed a crazy American!  What can I say, give me a little alcohol and my carefully chained up Mrs Extrovert takes advantage and comes out to play.  Unfortunately, that means that the next morning Mrs Introvert comes out to survey the damage.  She then has to decides how badly she is going to beat Mrs Extrovert.  

We had a fantastic time and laughed like crazy.  We are in the process of planning our next night of debauchery.  I can’t promise to post about it.... what happens with the crazy Americans sometimes has to stay with the crazy Americans, especially since the American got the craziest!

Me and the birthday girl, Little Miss Champagne.  

Notes About France

As many of you are now aware, we have received our next ‘assignment'.  We are leaving Merry Ole England sometime in July and headed to that gorgeous woman, Paris.  Yes, as in France!

That said, we have a bit more time before this move, versus when we came here.  So, I have been listening to podcasts to try and learn some French before we go.  I have also been contacting schools, researching, and reading.

Glory days!  Paris, f’ing France!  Remember how I was pinching myself about being in England?  Expect a whole lot of that and more.  It seems that the French will present their own set of challenges to this crazy family.  So, we (and by we I mean me) can’t wait for more crazy adventures!  How are the boys responding?  Well, oldest son swears I am ruining his life.  Second son hates his French class already and is ambivalent about learning the language.  Third son had tears because he misses Fort Wayne.  Fourth son has had few complaints, thankfully.

I will be leaving this blog and starting a new one with our new set of adventures.  Don’t panic, I promise I’ll let you know where my new blog is going and when...

We still have some time here and more adventures to experience here yet.  So, all that research that I am doing is going into a special note book I have named “Noted About France”.  Sadly, I can’t post a picture as I have been having horrible problems with iPhoto.  You’ll just have to take my word for it that I am taking lots of notes about France in my little notebook!

Mouse Olympics

Our house is old.... really old.  It was built before America was discovered.  I am sure that is on the historical registry as well.

Old houses, even ones with relatively ‘new’ extensions are eccentric.  In November, we heard sounds that indicated there were rodents going up to the attic above our room.  I let me landlords know and they promptly asked a man to come in and lay down poison.  Fantastic!  Dead mice.  The man assured me that it was not fast acting and that they should be out of the house before they kicked the can.  Hmmm, well ok.

See the little brown door? (Not the front door, the other one!)  that s where the little mousies are gaining entrance!

We still hear the pesky creatures every once and a while though.  I keep assuring my husband that they laid done plenty of poison.  They assured me they left a ton in the attic when they were leaving. Great!

Bring on the boiler man.  If you remember, we recently had our boiler replaced, during one of the coldest weeks yet this year.... I am still not over THAT trauma!  Anyway, he was kind enough (well that maybe a stretch), to let me know that we had a rodent problem as there were a lot of droppings in the little laundry/boiler shed.  I reassured myself about the crapload of poison that was in my attic.  Surely it was not all eaten yet!?!

Last night, I swear the mice decided that I did not need sleep.  Before the birds started singing (and they sing darn early here!) I heard mice or at least one mouse up in the attic.  I swear, they were holding their own mousie olympics.  I distinctly heard the climbing, running, scratching, scampering, and chewing competitions.

I am fearful that there will be continuing activities tonight.  Perhaps all the poison is gone and the participant(s) from last night are telling all their mousie friends.

No sleep tonight friends, Mousie Olympics, right here! 

S.A.D.

No, I am not sad.  Well, ok, maybe a little bit.  I am not talking about emotion today, I am talking instead about Seasonal Affective Disorder.

What is this, you might be asking?  According to the NHS:

Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is a type of depression that has a seasonal pattern. The episodes of depression tend to occur at the same time each year, usually during the winter.

When my 10 year old was a baby (wow, it was really that long ago?), I was talking to my good friend at the time.  She mentioned that the lack of sunlight really made her feel down.  It was new information for me.  We also talked about how many of our friends were finding it difficult to cope with just being a mom and were taking anti-depressants.  She was taking them at the time and she invested in a light to help her deal with Indiana’s lack of sunlight.

This is a little more about SAD from the NHS:

The exact cause of SAD is not fully understood, but it is thought to be linked to reduced exposure to sunlight during the shorter days of the year.

Sunlight can affect some of the brain's chemicals and hormones. However, it is not clear what this effect is. One theory is that light stimulates a part of the brain called the hypothalamus which controls mood, appetite and sleep. These things can affect how you feel.

In people with SAD, a lack of sunlight and a problem with certain brain chemicals stops the hypothalamus working properly. The lack of light is thought to affect:

• the production of the hormone melatonin
• the production of the hormone serotonin
• the body's circadian rhythm (the body's internal clock, which regulates several biological processes during a 24-hour period)

I stayed busy and thought that I was fine.  I exercised regularly as a fitness instructor and I was busy going to school at the time.  I was dealing with postpartum depression at the time, but I made it through on my own steam.

Fast forward to 2008. I was finished with school, had four children and was trying to hold down a job, be a mom and a volunteer.  It was tough.  We headed to Florida for our first trip to Disney.  We followed up our trip with a week in the keys.  We were blessed with fantastic weather and we hit the beach and basked in the sun.  It was glorious and it made the rest of winter bare able.  It was soon after that I realized I was definitely a fellow SAD sufferer.  It also happened to be when we decided that it was time to move to a sunnier, warmer climate.  We had had enough of the midwest with the doom and gloom of winter.

I tested myself and the kids for vitamin D deficient in 2010 and was not surprised that we were all deficient.  So, we try to take a supplement when I can a)remember and b) find it.  I also try to keep my exercise up, as it helps.

While we live in the sunniest part of the UK, we still have some gloom in the winter.  We are also blessed with a short winter, and no big temperature extremes.  Being on an island helps, the wind is always moving the clouds around.  Usually, we are blessed with a bit of sun everyday.

 The past two days have been glorious and filled with sunshine. All three colors of crocus are now out and some of the daffodils that are in full sun are trying to bloom.  Spring is such an exciting time!

I am SAD for my friends back home that are have been or are in the process of getting hit with a massive snow storm.  I have watched my Facebook account as the storm has crossed the midwest, first hearing things from my Minnesota/Iowa, then Illinois, Indiana and soon to be my east coast friends.  Not to rub it in, but yesterday, I had the sunroof open and the sun was lovely.  Today, is another gray day as it looks like the rest of the week is destined to be.  I can take it, at least it’s not snow!

The Princess

"Change occurs only when we become what we truly are, not when we are trying to be something we are not. Change can't happen when we are trying to escape our true nature”--Lucy Edge

Once upon a time there was a miserable princess who did not realize how miserable she really was...  One day she watched two old ladies.  One of the ladies was kind and gave her opinions, good and bad with love and kind words, her family loved her and sought her out for her wisdom and kindness.  The other old lady gave her opinions with harsh words and sharp tongue, consequently, her family feared to speak to her even though they loved her.  The princess knew which woman she was destined to be and it made her sad.  So, the princess made a decision that day to make some changes in her own life. She just had no idea where or how to start.

The princess was married to a very handsome, smart prince who saw what others around her did not.  He saw how beautiful she was on the inside and how unhappy she was on the outside.  He helped her with her wish to change.  It was not easy and they often fought. He was a valiant and faithful man and he stuck by her side though the painful struggles.

The princess has always wanted to learn more about Yoga, and one day the she had the opportunity to learn.  With the support and mentoring of some very caring people in her life she took many lessons over many years.  The Yoga has made a big difference in her life and still continues too.  She continues to learn and to further her training.

She then spent some time talking to a counselor.  She found it helpful.  But times were still tough in her life and she went back to another counselor for more help.  She was determined to make some serious changes to her life. She wanted to change.  In fact, she still strives to change and to be a better person each and every day.  She reads, does Yoga, runs, and listens to the universe and learns from other positive, loving relationships in her life.

The princess slowly but surely eliminated the things in her life in which conflict was greatest.  She tried hard to deal with the conflicts that she could not avoid in new ways.  Sometimes, that included not talking about specific subjects or even taking a big step away from the situation.  She even asked not hear discussion about things that might cause her to go back to her old ways and routine.  Most of those that were close around her noticed her changes and she found her relationships with them changing in very positive ways.

Being a human princess, she still makes mistakes.  Occasionally she finds herself back in her old cycle and in unhappy situations.  Those times are unhappy ones for her even though she still learns something important about herself.

She is happier now as she surrounds herself happy, positive friendships and caring people.  Her friends seem very surprised if she mentions a story about how she used to be in the past.  Once upon a time, she used to push confrontation, now, she seeks harmony and prefers silence.

The Princess is still working to improve herself and she probably always will.  Because life is an amazing journey and she intends to live it that way.  Namaste.

 "Enlightenment was not a trophy to be lifted high in one triumphant moment, it was about seeing clearly, and choosing wisely in daily life”--Lucy Edge