I’ve had a busy two weeks, so busy in fact I’ve not had a spare moment to sit down and…
Author: Vivienne
Going Home…
We arose at the crack of dawn to accompany our son to the airport. He had said, “Mum, you don’t…
Calling Names…
My hubs picks up the free newspapers to read on the train. There is not a lot of news in…
Unfamiliar Subconscious Activity…
My zoo keeper son is here and not content to sit and be, as we’ve been, he wants to explore.…
Life Here Without Us…
On the first day of our son’s visit, the day he landed, we managed to contain his excursion to the…
Personal Space…
We shared the journey to Heathrow with thousands of others; most of them on our train, or so it appeared…
Toddler Body…
Today is my oldest son’s birthday and I really don’t want to think of how old he is because that…
In the Grips…
Happy New Month! We are on day four of a heat wave. Not having had any summer to speak of,…
What I Imagined…
Our daughter set the downhearted tone for the day. Daughters and sons and various other loved ones have that knack.…
I Don’t Give a Damn…
I finished Margaret Mitchell’s, Gone With The Wind, last night. I think I’m a fast and furious reader but I…