I’m recovering in a darkened room after yesterday’s encounter with four 6 year olds, flour, eggs and an oven. I help out at my son’s former primary school. Normally my role is to assist...
Mum’s Gone to the Ball…
Stretching the truth calling it a ball, if you ask me. The annual shindig at my son’s former primary school has upped its game over the last few years due to a vigorous PTA...
Mum’s Gone to Berlin – Squabbles on the Spree
The teenager’s preferred activity when on holiday…. In order to encourage our son, Rory, to get his body out from under the duvet, we try and lure him with the delights of the hotel...
Mum’s Gone to Berlin – typical teenager?
Bored teenager at the Ishtar Gate. “Yeah…whatever…s’alright” A day of culture for the family today and already teenage son, Rory, is pulling a face. Gone are the days when we could take him to...
Mum’s Gone to Berlin – Rain at the Reichstag
It’s raining. That persistent drizzle, not heavy enough for an umbrella but the sort that leaves your hair frizzy and your demeanour miserable. I’m not good with rain. I’m not that good with cold...
Mum’s Gone to Berlin – coffee and keycards
Marx, Engels and Husband! 20 years after the fall of the Berlin wall seems a fitting time to visit the city and encourage a sense of history in our teenage son. Mind you, bargain...
Mum’s Gone to Italy – Looky looky
The pretty town of Lazise Despite the heat I am keen to see more of the other towns on the lake. We could get a local bus or try the ferry: the problem seems...
Mum’s Gone to Italy – Bardolino Nights
The contestants in the Miss Italy regional final (now where am I!?) The days in Bardolino are lazy and fairly uneventful but as the sun set over the Dolomites and the wine loosens our...