As I mentioned in a recent post, my parents have been undertaking a massive clear out. Last week I discovered that my Dad had kept all of my schoolwork (and Graeme’s) from our infant and junior schools (Reception to Year 6 in modern parlance). I came across something from Elm Tree Infants School when I was six. Continue reading “Backwards And In High Heels*”
MY childhood’s home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s pleasure in it, too.
O memory! thou midway world
‘Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,…
[Above are the first two verses of the poem “Memory” by #16.]
As there’s nothing much to report on my Squatter and Seizures (apart from one small seizure on Thursday), here endeth this post. Just kidding! Continue reading “Bright and Breezy”
It’s been a while since my last substantive post. The last five weeks have been unusually busy for me with Christmas and other Reasons to be Cheerful (without Ed Miliband).
I wrote my last post the day before Mam’s birthday and the last day of term for J. Yesterday was Jennifer’s fifth birthday and her first day back at school. Between those two milestones, we have enjoyed ourselves immensely, more than we thought possible just a few months ago – and what would have been mere fantasy this time last year. Continue reading “Oh là là!”
Graham and I last went away as a couple in late November 2014. We went to the Raby Hunt restaurant and stayed over in one of the two rooms. It was my surprise present to Graham for his 30th birthday. The tasting menu and drinks were mouthwateringly good. Last year, we hoped to break our two-year duck Continue reading “Pushing Boundaries”
Part One – Dark Clouds with a Silver Lining
A couple of weeks ago, I was frustrated at angry at myself as I didn’t feel like I’d made the most of things with the kids having spent almost all of the afternoon and evening asleep. I often feel like that when fatigue overtakes me (as it frequently does) but on this occasion it made me a bit downhearted. I told Graham that I worry that I’m not doing more with the kids and I’m afraid that their earliest memories will be scarred with illness and grief. Graham reassured me that every moment I spend with them is precious, I’m still a big part of their lives and they love and enjoy spending time with me. Continue reading “[Non]Sense and Sensitivities”