Poorly Little Person


The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me lay, To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills, Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets All up and down among the sheets; Or brought my trees and houses out, And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still That sits upon the pillow-hill, And sees before him, dale and plain,

The pleasant land of counterpane.

We have had a week of it here 🙂

A poorly mummy and a very poorly little person. A mystery virus which swept into our home bringing headaches, sickness and temperatures, then disappeared as quickly as it came.

At it’s worst, there was much sleeping. But on that ‘inbetween’ day, I brought out our ‘Poorly People Bucket’. This is a large tub which only comes out when someone is sick. We have had it for several years and it always helps to occupy those small people who have been relegated to bed, or a cosy bed made up on the sofa. It contains playdough, colouring books, puzzle books, a little box containing lots of die cut paper shapes to make tangrams, a small pair of scissors and a stick of glue and, of course, our most favourite story to read when some one is poorly: When Vera Was Sick (there is nothing like reading about someone who is more poorly that you are to lift the spirits!)

We also have ‘Poorly Peter’, a softie I made when the girls were tiny. He is made from the most wonderful, soft, plant dyed wool felt and again, he only makes an appearance when someone is unwell.

I always try to support my children through illness, rather than rushing them to get better. I do not use homeopathy, but have salways found encouragement in this article by Donna Simmons : Practical suggestions for Sick Children

Happy Healing!


Brave Saint Michael is my guide

As free and fearless forth I ride

With courage of Saint George of old

I dare to face fierce dragons bold

Did you have a lovely Michaelmas? It was such beautiful autumn weather here – blue, blue skies with a light breeze. We enjoyed a late afternoon stroll in our local park before returning to a feast of beef stew, Dragon bread and blackberry jam tarts. (Remember – no more blackberry picking from now on; the old legend says that when Michael cast the Devil out of heaven, the Devil landed in a blackberry patch and promptly spat on them!)





The girls and I have also begun to prepare our ‘Courage Balm’ – a home made balm to rub on to any wee cuts or grazes, stings or rashes. We shall be giving this as Christmas gifts and also keeping a supply for ourselves – it is wonderful stuff!

Firstly we have to soak the herbs for a few weeks to make an infused oil – the recipe is very fluid to allow for what you have on hand from your garden. But make sure to dry your herbs first, or the oil may go bad with the presence of the moisture.

We have used lavender and calendula from our garden, plus some organic chamomile that I purchased. The herbs we covered with Organic olive oil and will be left in a sunny spot for a few weeks, then we shall make the balm.


We had a couple of recitations of the poem we have been learning this month ‘Brave Saint Michael’ along with stories of our brave Saint. (Stories, always stories!)

The inner work of this time of year is always challenging – taking stock, what needs to be left behind and finding the strength to face my own dragons….

Saint Michael has helped our family in a very personal way, however. Do you remember how we struggled to find a name for our new kitten?

He has now been named Michael. Our very own fierce and fearless warrior!