Here I still float, grinning on the crest of my son’s upgrade into the premier league – i.e. his marriage to my favourite daughter-in-law (FDIL) last weekend – but wondering how best to blog about the occasion without breaking any weddinquette boundaries. Admittedly I have lost my nerve. While I was contained enough to not…
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A Brood of Hens
As I release you from the tenterhook you will have suffered since last week’s instalment to my Autumn Wedding Compendium of blogs, I feel that my partner in crime – Mother of the Bride (MOB) to my Mother of the Groom (MOG) – will not be offended if I refer to us both as ‘broody…
Weddinquette
Apologies to my loyal reader for it has been a while since you last heard from me. I am currently surfing the wave of weddingitis and enjoying it so much that I have had little time to write since the school summer holiday ended I have been distracted by going for the triple – in…
It’s curtains for me
Loyal reader, buckle up for an update on my cottage. Radio silence on this topic has been born out of sloth-like tendencies on the DIY front and there has been absolutely nothing to report. I have loved my cottage, lived in it and still view it as my sanctuary, but I have allowed myself to…
Fat Chance
The last blog received the most beautiful responses (thank you) which allowed the FullMoon experience to linger much longer than the lactic acid and permitted The Chelsea Flower Show to take over when Oldest Friend (OF) and I grew tired of reminiscing about our sequinned pilgrimage. What surprised me more than completing the MoonWalk mileage…
A roll over
I am more than happy with my membership of the ‘Over Sixty Club’; I have veered away from wearing beige knitwear, support stockings and Lily of the Valley perfume and I try not to sigh loudly when I lower myself into my favourite armchair of an evening. However, talking to my nephew and niece at…
The Dragonfly Jar 