I put on the skates, and I am a little girl again: eight or ten at the most. The blades of my skates slice through the ice. I can hear a clank and a swoosh, the wind in my pompom, cheeks burning, cold air in my nostrils, expelled in rapid vapours, forming frosty droplets on […]
10 Dec 2016 Leave a comment
04 Dec 2016 Leave a comment
On Saturday night, I feasted on music, gorging on the angelic singing of Malmesbury Community Choir, and delighting in the heavenly voices of the Westonbirt Girls’ School Chamber Choir. It was quite a treat and it conjured up Christmas on a count of four! I tried to join in with some of the singing, alas […]
28 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
For the first time in history, I am my daughter’s hero!
We went skating. Long childhood memories buried under the ice have come to the surface and I flew across the rink. Daughter was impressed. ‘You’re the only one who could skate backwards,’ she said, ‘and swirl!’
My services have now been enlisted to teach Daughter something she actually wants to learn from me. We’ve found common ground between us, even if it is slightly icy.
Daughter’s first steps on ice.
Mother, the heroic back-paddling swirler!
25 Oct 2016 1 Comment
Went to Burnham-on-sea to recharge the batteries because, let me tell you, I’m hardly a Duracell-man (or -woman, as the case may be). My batteries had been running low for a while, especially after a few near-lethal short circuits experienced this year.
So we went paddling by the boats –
Head-butting the goats –
Sitting on a fence –
Losing common sense –
Being swept away –
Calling it a day –
23 Aug 2016 2 Comments
With the best of intentions I organised this PGL adventure. I could still pretend that it was for my child more than myself. All that childish stuff of climbing walls, throwing yourself off rocks, competing to the top of Jacob’s ladder against fifteen-year old boys and their alpha-male dads – all that would be just perfect for Daughter and Daughter’s Friend. Whilst this year the girls are just into face-painting, next year next year they will be into make-up, Prada handbags and designer shoes (oh dear! there go my life savings!). It was our last chance to do the child-friendly thing.
It may have been child-friendly but, by Gods, it was far from a woman of a certain age-friendly! I suffered from general exhaustion, pulled muscles, bruises and torn ligaments. On top of that some viral infection took hold of me and shook me like a pitbull terrier shaking a rag doll.
Back home, I’m licking my wounds and promising myself to go on a Mediterranean cruise next year.
28 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
Just as I was beginning to think that the world had come to a sticky end (and I didn’t mean that to involve a pot of HUNEY), this arrived with the pigeon post:
My lovely and irreplaceable husband made it for our 5th anniversary!
The world can’t so bad if there is a Monkey Lane somewhere out there! I am a happy bunny again, hopping on one leg and munching on chocolate leaves.
Big Monkey and Theodore have not been hurt in the making of this card, so I am told.