Tag Archives: motherhood

The strings are the important bit

My son explained that he liked chatting to his internet friends (in Norway! in Hawaii! in Cheshire!) because it’s socialising “with no strings attached”. Foolish boy. He’s internet savvy. He’s cynical about what people say about themselves. He’s had internet … Continue reading

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If we were having coffee…

…I’d tell you that things are growing here. My daughter went off to the fair with her friends last night, popped over to say “‘Bye” to us, and then went back to them, and pizza and sleepover. It’s great, but … Continue reading

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If we were having coffee…

I’d be gasping for one, as usual. I’d start by talking about the weather. It’s glorious. Blue blue blue sky, with a few white clouds bubbling over the horizon. I won’t have a biscuit, no, thank you. I’m trying to … Continue reading

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If we were having coffee…

…I’d be starting to drink it while it’s  a bit too hot. It’s been a busy week. And then I’d sit back and appreciate this moment of calm. I’d tell you that the kids have been off school this week, … Continue reading

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My daughter is planning her wedding. And it hurts.

My daughter is planning her wedding. Not seriously. She’s 12 and would much rather have a pony (“no”) than a boyfriend. Or a puppy (again, “no!”). But she has ideas about budget (££££££££££), colour schemes, dresses, bridesmaids… And then she … Continue reading

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Moominmamma

Of all the literary mothers I met during my formative years, Moominmamma is probably the one nearest my heart. I loved the Moomins, even though reading them often gave me a vague sense of melancholy. I love them now. I … Continue reading

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The Railway Mother

I loved The Railway Children. I loved the film, and I loved the book. Husband and I lived for a couple of years in the village at the end of the railway line, and apparently the end of the film … Continue reading

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mud and motherhood

It is definitely spring. There are still banks of snowdrops and now the hedges are full of yellow catkins and there are primroses and budding daffodils in the banks. It is definitely spring. There are still banks of snowstorms and … Continue reading

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