I was chatting to my mum on the phone and she posed the question: “Do you think your love of Geography had anything to do with your first Geography teacher at secondary school, Miss...
Mum’s Gone to a hotel or a villa?
Here’s my guest post which was published last week on Pure Lanzarote.com. I thought I’d pop it on here too and change it just a little. I’d also found some lovely photos of Rory on holiday over...
A big sloppy kiss for….
….Deer Baby and Very Bored in Catalunya. These two ladies and blogging buddies were instrumental in getting me off my behind to actually submit an article to a newspaper and, bugger me, it was published this...
Honeymoon Horror
This is a cutting from the front page of the Daily Mirror, June 25, 1990. Ignore Steffi Graf running on a beach (if you can) and digest, if you would, the dramatic headline on the...
With apologies to Rod Stewart
Maggie May is an iconic song, loved and cherished by all of a certain generation. On Friday I probably scuppered that for a lot of people when I rearranged it as a song for...
…see the biggest group of John McCririck look-a-likes
Sound like torture doesn’t it? But it was the thought of such an event that persuaded us to go to Huntingdon Races last Bank Holiday Monday. A day of family fun was promised, with the...
Mum’s Gone to buy Souvenirs – Spoons and Sombreros.
One of the most enjoyable parts of a holiday is deciding which bit of touristy tat to bring home. A universal pleasure, that desperate urge to choose something you will remember forever and show lovingly to...
Mum’s Gone to Poetry Corner
What you will read below isn’t what I’d call poetry. Verse? Maybe. A ditty? Possibly. Should Pam Ayres be worried? Probably not. I wrote it when Rory was a toddler. I found it the...