With Jamie and Jools HAVING their two daughters there for the birth of the latest addition to the Oliver family, I wondered if that was acceptable. THEN I wondered who was I to judge?
A poem for 2016 that fell on deaf ears *sigh*
A poem for MOthers’ day
The 7 year old was stunned. The 5 year old was visibly upset. The 4 year old burst into a rousing rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when they heard that their hero the Starman had died. Here are a few things that Bowie can teach my boys: Continue reading
considering how best to balance writing about our private lives in the very public space that is the online world is something close to my heart. when i was invited to share my personal opinions on this topic PUBLICLY at Mumsnet’s blogfest, i jumped at the chance – it made a change from a shift down ‘ pit….
Mumsnet asked if I would write a guest post about the Paris attacks. I thought I didn’t have the words. I decided it was important to try to find them.
I wish I was Charlie. I wish I was brave, and fun, and witty, and wise. I wish I had a talent, a skill, and the vision to put that gift towards defending the values that make life worth living. But how can I be Charlie? I can’t even draw, And I’m scared. I don’t want to be scared. I want to be Charlie. Continue reading
…..in no particular order:
That you all liked Ed Sheeran.
That I liked Taylor Swift.
That breast is best. Unless you are in Claridges.
How much I was saddened by the deaths of Tony Benn and Bob Crow and Peaches Geldof Continue reading
How are you?
Thought it might amuse you receiving a sort of Christmas card via this blog thing that I do. Don’t worry – we can always get Dad to help with the computer so you can respond. Actually, I’m not sure even Dad is that great a computer expert….hee hee.
We are doing well. 2014 was good to us. I have the usual regrets of not seeing enough of my favourite people. Life plods on though, eh? Continue reading
Got me a goat for Christmas.
A friend posted on Facebook that they weren’t doing Christmas cards this year, but instead they had sponsored a goat.
Thanks to their thoughtfulness that makes me, and all their Facebook buddies, givers not takers. Givers of goats at that!
What a marvellous idea: save money (and trees) that would be spent on cards; buy goats. What’s not to like?
Problem is, I just can’t ditch the cards. Continue reading