Being the dedicated and loyal Grazia-reader that I am, I happily and quite excitedly parted with my pennies already by 9am this morning in exchange for my weekly fix of news, gossip and fashion. Just the perfect amount of reading vs pictures for a busy mother with little time over for magazines.
My luck was very much in my favour this morning as my toddler daughter decided to have a snooze in the pushchair at 9.05am which gave me the rare chance of sitting down in one of Totnes’ cafes outside in the sunshine with a tea, a sinful but very nice croissant and Grazia magazine. Those moments come so infrequently that they are enjoyed in almost a magical way when they do appear. By that I mean the combination of all four components together, the four being daughter sleeping, tea, croissant and Grazia. On an individual basis tea is enjoyed several times per day most days, croissants far too often if wanting to loose last few baby-pounds and Grazia… well, a few 10-minute sessions per week… if I am lucky that is. Come Monday night I normally speed-read it to justify buying the new weekly issue the following day.