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 […]
Inferior interiors
We have taken ownership of a Victorian property. It was a romantic notion, foolhardy in the extreme and regrettable at every turn. I have discovered that there is a very […]
Saturday night TV
So I am sitting on the sofa, alone. Kids in bed, hubby out with an old school chum. First glass of wine of the week (I know!!) launched and ready. […]
Joe is finally a hero
Meet Uncle Joe. I never did, by the way. He died many many years before I was born. I recall his photograph sitting on my Nan’s sideboard. It was, in […]
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 […]
The Photo Shoot
Strangely enough I found that I wasn’t nervous this morning when Gary, the photographer arrived for the Reader’s Digest photo shoot. I was more anxious about the rather moth-ballish smell […]
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 […]
