Dear Saturday, can you please explain these few things to me: When I decide to clean the bathroom on a whim, why is it that I only remember to wear rubber gloves at the last minute? Why is it that the minute I put bleach down the loo, every member of my family urgently needs… Continue reading Saturday Lament
. What makes a mother a ‘Mum?’ I’m thinking now… Is it the endless hours spent explaining how? The scolding, the nodding, the holding? The wiping, the hugging, the folding? Is it when your child came home beaming, looking to you for the approval they’re seeking? When they take their… Continue reading What makes a Mother?
. Hi there, Friday Peeps! Haven’t been near the blogmachine lately, because I have my mother over from the UK. For FOURTEEN days! It didn’t seem such a looooooong time when she was safely in her jungle-gardened semi in Surrey, and I was nestled in my thick-walled 450 yr old Swiss cottage. “Come on over”… Continue reading Grandma goes to Switzerland
I went. I saw. I drank tea. I almost conquered! I have nearly finished my six week sojourn in the UK. No family member was left unhugged, and no old friend was left unvisited. It was a whirlwind whistlestop British tour of the Southern and Western parts of my teenage hood. I do this every… Continue reading Meet the Bodgers
As I sat opposite my daughter in the restaurant, I found myself wondering how she had gone from this bright little 6 year old… . to this beautiful young woman… . in what seemed like no time at ALL! We hadn’t had a mother/daughter day for some time, what with life and all. So I… Continue reading If I Ever Forget
It’s Mothers Day today. I was awoken by a gorgeous bunch of flowers from my two daughters, and they also let me have a lie-in, which was jolly decent of them! I always feel a bit of a fraud on Mothers Day. Accepting presents and cards just for having enough strength to push a watermelon… Continue reading Mothers Day Confession
You may be wondering, “Where is this blogger going with photos of milk cartons, and furry gloved hands?” Well, there is a point, honest! And I will get to it…eventually! 😀 As I sit here, typing away furiously, and wearing my teenage daughter’s new fur-tipped fingerless gloves, (Christmas present from her Aunt, she hated them,… Continue reading Weirdness – the new ‘normal’?