Out in my wellies AGAIN! Whilst visiting other blogs this weekend (I know, I should really have been making my own mince-pies and creating salt-dough decorations like other good mothers but a coffee, Twix...
Mum’s NOT Gone to Newcastle
How festive is this? I trudged out in my wellies this morning to provide you with this offering. This was the morning we were due to drive up to Newcastle to see my parents...
Mum’s Gone to Buy Baubles
“‘Twas the night before ChristmasWhen all through the houseNot a creature was stirring,Not even a mouse…”IS THAT RIGHT?! Last Christmas we had a little family of mice come to stay and they were creating...
Mum’s Gone to play charades
My hubby’s parents have always come to us for Christmas ever since they moved from Edinburgh on their retirement to live near us, so inevitably it has become a “tradition” as sacred as crackers,...
Mum’s Gone to see the Doctor
Waiting for Dad to come out of hiding…. There are a few advantages of having a husband who is a doctor. There are always a few paracetamols knocking around the house and getting a...
Mum’s Gone to Fetch a Plumber
I should have trusted my instincts and phoned a plumber a week ago when I first noticed our water softener was making strange hissing noises. But instead I believed my husband when he reassured...
Mum’s Gone to Hell’s Kitchen
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...