A tiny harvest for my love – blackberrying nostalgia
It’s blackberrying season! If you want to make a lasting memory for your children, go out and get them sticky and covered in scratches. No, seriously! Even if they don’t […]
Category Archives: nostalgia
Why you simply MUST SaveEveryStep
My name is Helen and my mum died 5 years ago. So why haven’t I changed my phone to read ‘dad’ instead of ‘mum’ against their number? I cannot bring […]
Jazz hands and home-made costumes
Ah, the old school play. Yawn. My mother must have spent countless hours numb-bummed and restless, sitting through the performances of every other parents’ children, waiting for my brief and […]
Summer, a ball and a bat. Perenially sweet nostalgia.
Mum, 1950, aged 15. Back row, 3rd from right. Last week I took my eldest son to his first ever Rounders match. For those of you watching in Black and […]
Memories of ElastiGirl skin
Oh Crap, I appear to be getting old. I no longer understand Tweet messages. Sometimes. Quite often. A lot. It’s not that I hadn’t noticed, but to be quite honest […]
The Guilt Monster – are you saving or shredding your kids’ memories?
“Pleasure is the flower that passes. Remembrance the lasting perfume.” Jean de Boufflers There are certain parts of being a mum which are, let’s be honest, a real turn-off. 1. […]
Action Man or Atari? My Life Story in toys
I must confess to feeling slightly horrified by a conversation I had recently with my son. He is 11 and was in the throes of declaring redundant the Power Ranger […]
3 memories to make you feel young again
As long as you avoid mirrors (and bathroom scales), I have found that I can still keep up the pretence of feeling the same way as I did at 25, […]
Family journal memories – that very first day at school
Last night there was a meeting for all parents of 4-year-old soon-to-be-going-to-school children at our local Primary school. My husband was stuck in London (harumph) so I went alone and […]
The sweet shops of my youth
First off, it’s important to warn you that, like shopping at the supermarket, you should never write a Blog on an empty stomach. Especially one that talks about food. I […]
Nostalgia ain’t always sweet – exam memories!
My son is 11 years old and it is SATS week for Year 6 kids. Now, being a boy who is already under the influence of mild testosterone surges (that’s […]
The sweet nostalgia of childhood family holidays
Now, here’s the problem. When you live in THE most land-locked city in Britain, i.e. Birmingham, you can look at holidaying in two ways. 1. We can go ANYWHERE, since […]
I love being a mummy
I have to confess that I took my mum for granted. Don’t we all? And then she went and died. Would that we could turn back the clock. If we […]
My family of other animals
We were in the car. I was, at a guess, about 7 years old. Mum was driving (as per the norm) and my aunt was riding shotgun. I remember it […]
Just like riding a bike
The sun came out on Sunday. A brief period of relief from northern frost. Due to the somewhat lingering ‘in-transit’ state of our house since moving (albeit 6 months ago), […]
