Last week, while shopping for food with my ten-year-old, we bought a few bags of sweets and chocolate for Halloween. No one was allowed to taste any before the 31st, so I stored them away in my study.
Only, I couldn’t resist temptation one evening and stole a few pieces of individually wrapped chocolate. There was plenty to go round so no one would notice that I’d taken some. Except, my ten-year-old daughter did because she found the empty wraps in my wastepaper basket and suspected foul play. On discovering that a bag of chocolates had been tampered with, she immediately confronted me.
I know I said I wouldn’t blog about politics, but I have to backtrack because it seems everything is political these days.
Yesterday 322 British MPs voted down a motion to provide 1.4 disadvantaged children in England with £15-a-week food vouchers during school holidays until Easter 2021. In other words, elected members of parliament voted against measures that would help alleviate food poverty among children in their own constituencies.
I’m only three months into my daily meditation routine, but I can already see some changes. Overall, I feel less stressed, even though we’re in the middle of a pandemic, and I am able to watch Prime Minister’s Questions without shouting and swearing at the TV screen.
The resident teenager has a t-shirt that says, ‘you say witch like it’s a bad thing,’ bought on a visit to Salem, Massachusetts a few years ago. No, I am not about to treat you to a blog about witches, but her t-shirt came to mind as I sat down to write about something altogether different: scars. Continue reading
As a child, I used to love listening to stories about my parents’ youthful adventures, misbehaviours and the like, but my own children act as if my husband and I didn’t have a life before we became parents.
At the beginning of the summer, the 14-year-old exclaimed that when she grows up, she shan’t live a boring life like her parents.
“Sweetheart,” I replied, “our lives weren’t boring until we had children.”