I was reading Alpha Mummy’s post on the subject of Sports Day and as my comment was in danger of being longer than the original post, I thought I should put finger to keyboard...
Supporting Sally
A friend and colleague of mine, apparently inspired by my good self (ahem… ), has started a new blog. She has only written two posts so far but already she has me hooked and I...
Mum’s Gone to be a World Cup Widow
So how many more weeks have I got to endure this lovely vision in my front room? Telly, feet up, crisps. Not any old crisps mind – Walkers special World Cup crisps. Here we have...
Mum’s Gone to The Races
I’ve always enjoyed a day at the races ever since I was a little girl going to Redcar on the North East coast. My family would join lots of others on a coach which picked...
We are family…
I blame my mother. Well we all do. Mothers are always reminding you of long-lost relatives you’ve never heard of. The conversation usually goes like this: “You remember Auntie So and So, the one...
Mum’s Gone to…God Knows Where
I had just got out of the shower. Wrapped in a towel I walked to the bedroom window and looked out over the fields at the back of the house. Suddenly I heard a voice:...
Mum’s Gone to the School Quiz
Our rocky relationship with school quizzes began many years ago with the following question: “What is the alternative emergency number to 999?” On that night all heads turned to my husband Dougie who, being a doctor,...
Young at Heart Photo Album – Beach Babe
Did you all see Tim/Charlie (who could tell the difference?) in the latest Young at Heart Photo Album. Tim in his sweet sandals and socks, on his stripey deckchair, lapping up his ice-cream. A...