I had to laugh the other day…I was scrolling down my phone just looking at the Daily Mail headlines (don’t judge me!) when Mabel, who was sitting next to me piped up, “That like Daddy, Mummy!” Continue reading “Mistaken Identity”
Mistaken Identity
The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow…
I had a lovely evening last night. I took my 7 year old daughter, Martha to the local theatre to see a production of Annie. She has been counting down the weeks, the days and finally yesterday, the hours until our evening together. Continue reading “The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow…”
In the words of a song (or two)…
A word from my dad….
Black is black !
Rock band Los Bravos released this as their debut single in 1966. It seems appropriate : Continue reading “In the words of a song (or two)…”
Confronting Mortality
So, it’s been a funny old week. I have just come home from a trip to the hospital to see a Neurologist after being referred quite alarmingly last week by my GP. I went to see him after my multiple trips to the opticians (see previous post Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue) due to my dizziness and the weird lights and floaters in my eyes. Continue reading “Confronting Mortality”
Naughty words!
We have had a very lazy weekend; pottering in the garden, cleaning the cars (Hubby), doing the laundry (me), the kids have been out on their bikes with some of the neighbourhood children. Archie has played football with our neighbour Harry (and destroyed all of Harry’s dad’s beautiful border flowers), Mabel has fallen over a lot and has grazed knees and a bump on her head and Martha has had a successful riding lesson. Continue reading “Naughty words!”
Chocco Bloggo!
By my dad…..
Perhaps I should add a little footnote to Sarah’s latest kitchen related thoughts. “Too many cooks spoil….” you know the rest. Continue reading “Chocco Bloggo!”
Don’t it make my brown eyes blue!
I went for an eye test last week. After a few days of feeling a bit “weird” and slightly dizzy and spaced out, I decided that I must have some sort of brain tumour just behind the eyes and so needed an eye test to diagnose my inoperable growth. Continue reading “Don’t it make my brown eyes blue!”
What’s in a little red dress?
It’s hard to believe, but the temperature in Yorkshire hit the twenties over the weekend and was absolutely glorious yesterday. The kids went to school in their summer uniform, three loads of washing went out on the whirly gig and dried within just a few hours and I even wore a skirt (my razor had to work very hard and is now blunt!). Continue reading “What’s in a little red dress?”
The Visit
A few friends have asked me over the past week about “the visit” and how it went and I’m pleased to report that it actually wasn’t too bad. Mum and Dad came to stay last Friday night and then they picked up the new little dog on Saturday morning as arranged, stayed for lunch with me and my rabble and then drove the 200 miles back up to Scotland again. Continue reading “The Visit”
The Little Things
I remember thinking, as a teenager that I hated my Mum. She was strict and struggled to understand me. In my teenage angst I really felt like her sole purpose in life was to ruin my life and put an immediate stop to any fun I was trying to have. Continue reading “The Little Things”
My Crazy Mum 
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