The past three months have been pretty exhausting. Our nanny went on holiday and called in to say she’s not coming back. We were devastated. Tackling a full time job and housework plus a six year old Energizer bunny home on summer vacation and a sudden business trip to London thrown in the midst of all this proved no easy task and my stress levels hit the highest notch on the stress-o-meter. To help bring some method to the madness, Hubs and I created a routine to which we reverently stuck to. There were moments when we felt things were falling behind and slipping between our...…The past three months have been pretty exhausting. Our nanny went on holiday and called in to say she’s not coming back. We were devastated. Tackling a full time job and housework plus a six year old Energizer bunny home on summer vacation and a sudden business trip to London thrown in the midst of all this proved no easy task and my stress levels hit the highest notch on the stress-o-meter. To help bring some method to the madness, Hubs and I created a routine to which we reverently stuck to. There were moments when we felt things were falling behind and slipping between our...WW…

Sunday lunch used to be quite an elaborate affair in our home when I was growing up, and the star of the meal was my mother’s roast chicken. It was almost a ritual – Sunday lunch was incomplete without a big juicy bird with crisp golden skin gracing the table. After lunch, my mother would sit under this big shady mango tree in our garden and read the Sunday paper while I pottered around close by, sulking at the thought of school the next day. Memories…I can almost smell the savoury scent of that chicken roasting in the oven and feel the warmth of the late afternoon sun on my skin. 2014 is...…Sunday lunch used to be quite an elaborate affair in our home when I was growing up, and the star of the meal was my mother’s roast chicken. It was almost a ritual – Sunday lunch was incomplete without a big juicy bird with crisp golden skin gracing the table. After lunch, my mother would sit under this big shady mango tree in our garden and read the Sunday paper while I pottered around close by, sulking at the thought of school the next day. Memories…I can almost smell the savoury scent of that chicken roasting in the oven and feel the warmth of the late afternoon sun on my skin. 2014 is...WW…