It is late on a Sunday afternoon, we have eaten well, we have walked in the beautiful spring sunshine, we have watched Scotland beat France in the Six Nations Rugby (born Scottish, I am still in shock) and we have had a lovely family day. Continue reading “Dog Mess!”
No Love, No Pain
I read an article this week in The Guardian that put, very eloquently, the feeling of grief you experience when you lose your mother. In it, the journalist, David Ferguson describes how losing a mother is, actually, a poor description of what it feels like when your mother has died. Continue reading “No Love, No Pain”
Mum’s The Word
It’s the day after “Mother’s day” and sadness has reached into my heart once again to bring a tear to my eye after reading Sarah’s last blog post. Continue reading “Mum’s The Word”
Mother’s Day Tears
I didn’t really give too much thought to today, before it arrived that is. I’d sent the obligatory card to Mum, I’d invited my mother-in-law round for Sunday lunch with my grandmother-in-law and other family members. I’d ordered a gammon joint from our fabulous butcher and hubby popped to the supermarket with a list of the required vegetables and nibbles. All sorted, I thought. Easy. Continue reading “Mother’s Day Tears”
Introducing…my brother
Before I started this blog, I spoke to my siblings about the fact I was writing things down and I emailed them my thoughts from time to time. Continue reading “Introducing…my brother”
An Unfair Fight
It was a gradual dawning – the fact that there was something very wrong with Mum. Dad was worried, I could see it in him and after multiple trips to the doctors she was being treated for depression Continue reading “An Unfair Fight”
A note from my sister…
I’m feeling nostalgic and sad this evening. We’ve had a super day…. we went on a trip to the Natural History Museum, it was fabulous, made all the better by having an excited toddler in tow. Continue reading “A note from my sister…”
The Dancer
People used to always tell me I looked like my dad, particularly his side of the family. My granny and other Turner relatives, would say things like “Sarah has the Turner nose” or “she’s got the Turner shaped eyes,” and as a girl I was delighted. I wanted to look like my dad. To me, he looked like Clark Kent with his specs on and Superman without. Continue reading “The Dancer”
Adapt and Cope
We are resilient us humans aren’t we? We change, adapt, grow as our situations move around us. I believe that we subconsciously reassess what is acceptable or normal and reevaluate our lives and the things in it against these new parameters constantly. Continue reading “Adapt and Cope”
Stick or Twist?
I think comparing ourselves to others is pretty natural. I see my kids do it with each other and with their contemporaries…Archie tries to hit harder and better than his friends at tennis. Martha asks if she can get the same swimming costume / shoes / coat as her friend Lucy. Mabel just wants whatever her brother or sister have and Continue reading “Stick or Twist?”
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