Category Archives: Child
How was it for you? Mother’s Day that is.
I’m sorry to say that I was a grumpy, old baggage, and it was not from lack of attention or gifts. Mr B had brilliantly ‘assisted’ Miss B with buying Mummy three months subscription to Spotify Premium (I was down … Continue reading
Filed under Child, Depak Chopra, Drinking, Eating, Husband, Identity, Motherhood, Patience, Shouting, Tantrums, The Seven Spiritual Laws for Parents
I’m the Mummy or The Bracelet of Power
“I’m the Mummy.” “No, I’m the Mummy.” “No, I’m the Mummy.” “No, I AM the Mummy.” “But I’m wearing The Bracelet.” “Oh, so you are. May I have it back please.” “No (big sigh) because I’m the Mummy now.” A … Continue reading
Filed under Child, Identity, Motherhood
Do you wear your gingham heart on your sleeve?
Yesterday was very exciting. I left the Muddy End in a blaze of sunshine, depositing Miss B with kindly grandparents and Dog B with helpful neighbours (thanks again Mrs G!), and got myself on a train to London – a … Continue reading
Filed under Child, Motherhood, Village Life
Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
It’s been some time since I last put the kettle on and sat down to write here and I didn’t realise how much I’d miss it. Life, unfortunately, does seem to get in the way of blogging and as I … Continue reading
Filed under Birthday Parties, Child, Christmas, Colds, Drinking, Eating, Harry Potter, Icing, Nigella Lawson, Shouting, Snow
I’m not That Sort of girl. Or, is dusting is a matter of genetics?
The downside of having fires is dust. Obviously wood-burners, marvellous things that they are, do their best to keep it to a minimum, but still, more dust is generated than by the soulless central heating. Add to this wooden floors, … Continue reading
Filed under Child, Cleaning, Husband, Kazuo Ishiguro, Remains of the Day, Stephen Fry, Wood-burners
So you’re the lady with the baby and the dog.
“Yes I am.” Village gatherings offer many opportunities for pigeon-holing and I am as guilty as the next ‘Village Born and Bred’ or ‘Just Down from London’ for doing it. I’m not very good at filing but like everyone else, … Continue reading
Filed under Child, Dog, Identity, Motherhood, Village Life, Writing
