Spookin’ in Suburbia
When I was a little girl, growing up in 1970s UK, there was no such thing as a Halloween holiday. Halloween was just one of those days that came and […]
When I was a little girl, growing up in 1970s UK, there was no such thing as a Halloween holiday. Halloween was just one of those days that came and […]
Our Facebook page looks a bit lonely, so how about popping over and showing us some love (or ‘Like’ to be more precise) and at the same time try to […]
Harvest festival. Corn dollies, scarecrows and all manner of crafting entertainment for kids. The time of year that signals Autumn’s arrival more than any other. I can recall being no […]
My home is stuffed with precious things. None more so than this small box of envelopes. After 65 years secreted away in a plastic bag, they were discovered by my […]
All throughout my childhood I can remember people telling me that I had pretty eyes. These days it is hard to find them beneath the crinkles, and I have noticed […]
We may not call it ‘Fall’ over here, but I felt all Chicken Licken this week when sharp prickly objects started dropping out of the sky in high winds. Yep, […]
Lego. A timeless crowd-pleaser. Now, to be honest, today’s Lego session was borne out of guilt. My little man has been kicking around the house all week trying to entertain […]
Standing on this divine stretch of the Pembrokeshire Coastal path, surrounded by heather and gorse, I can see swallows hovering in the sea breeze and hear seagulls announcing their presence. […]
God, I am such a liar. This is not my home. THAT, down there, is my home. This piece of eye-melting loveliness is my fantasy home. It is a place […]
Yesterday my 12 year old brought home one of those delightful surprises that so often come from school. Home made sausage rolls. It got me thinking about the amount of […]
So I am sitting here looking at pictures of my kids. I am wondering whether there was a time when my own mother did this very same thing. No computers […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]