I loved learning as a child (and still do), and I was generally a studious child. Even so, much of what my history teachers taught me, have long since disappeared into a cloud of fog. I’ve all but forgotten the names of the kings and queens I had to memorise, not to mention the myriad of dates of important historical events. Ask me today what I learned about Mesopotamia, or ancient Rome, Greece, Egypt, etc., and I’ll shake my head in embarrassment. It’s all a blur. Continue reading
Having given up on self-improvement long ago and made peace with the inevitable fallibility of my being, something rather unsettling seems to be happening to me lately. Against my wishes, and indeed, without trying, I am changing.
I’m not referring to the wrinkles around my eyes or the greys in my hair – that too I’ve made peace with – but something more disconcerting. I am going animal friendly. Whilst not wanting to offend anyone who has pets, I have never been in favour of them personally, and for many years my allergy to furry creatures served me well in that I had a perfectly acceptable excuse to stay away from cats, dogs, horses, rabbits and guinea pigs. Continue reading
Is January always as bleak as it has been this year? Is it always this dark, cold and depressing? Are people always this rude, callous and xenophobic in January? Either way, I’m holding out for a better February.
In just over a week Britain will finally liberate itself from 40 years of oppression and to celebrate this historical moment, people will descend on Parliament Square, dressed as colourful unicorns, dancing the night away. It’s a shame we can’t get Big Ben to bong on that momentous night, but oh well, at least we’ll have a fabulous bonfire with all those EU flags going up in flames. Continue reading
It was Saturday afternoon, and my husband was out with our nine-year-old. The weather was grey and windy, but at least it wasn’t raining…yet. I knocked on the teenager’s door and, granted permission, I entered her cave.
My daughter was sitting cross-legged on her bed with headphones on and a sketchbook and pen in her hands.
“I’m going for a walk on the heath, do you want to come?” I asked.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“OK, as long as I don’t have to talk,” she said and pointed to her headphones.
“Fine,” I said, no more inclined to engage in conversation with a mono-syllable teenager, than she was listening to a lengthy monologue performed by her middle-aged mother. Continue reading
Happy new year everyone! The 2020s started with a roar and a bang, proving after only nine days that it’s not merely the new and improved 2010s. Just look at the evidence thus far: Continue reading
The newspaper lay spread out on the kitchen counter, with my 9-year old leaning over it.
“Look, mummy, someone’s found a dinosaur skeleton in England,” she exclaimed after a few minutes of concentrated silence and pushed the paper towards me. Continue reading
When I pledged allegiance to Queen and country three months ago, I had to promise to “fulfil my duties and obligations as a British citizen.” Well, dear reader, yesterday I did just that. Continue reading
Looking to negotiate an increase in the amount of pocket money she receives, my 9-year old drives a hard bargain.
“It’s not my fault I was born three years after my sister. So why should I get less pocket money than her?”
She’s got a point, but life is unfair, I say, “so get used to it.” Continue reading
It’s been almost two years since I stopped drinking alcohol. As much as I enjoyed having a glass of wine with my dinner, not to mention champagne, I wasn’t enjoying the headache and bad mood that followed, so I decided to quit. It was a personal decision and in no way a moral one, yet I was taken aback by the number of people who seemed to take my no-booze policy as an affront to their own alcohol consumption. Continue reading