My children and friends and life are home on the range but my roots are still embedded here on “England’s…
Codswallop
Slang for load of rubbish. My life as an erstwhile homeschooler and the subsequent written musings thereof may verge on codswallop at times. Mostly my day to day musings on life as a boomer exploring happenstances as they come my way are treasures worth recording.
Raindrops On Roses…
It hardly seems possible that although we are sharing the same season in the Western hemisphere our temperatures are vastly…
Old Papers…
There is a shelf in Malia’s cupboard that I hadn’t got to yet. Today I conquered it. She was at…
Chips are Fries are Chips…
Hubby keeps forgetting that chips are fries in England. He especially draws disappointed comments from the boys, Samuel and Nathaniel,…
Lunchtime Tea Break…
Our church at the bottom of the road is my latest rave! Hubby and I are using it as the…
National Insurance Card…
Everyone who has a job in England needs a National Insurance Number. This is so taxes can be deducted and…
Mistaken Identity….
Several times I have been out with my brother and he has had to explain my presence. Let me begin…
Rose Garden…
I promised I’d let you know why we were so tired on Saturday night when we went out clubbing. I…
Emotional Constipation…
I had two “pop in” conversations on Skype today, the main form of communication between us and our offspring, now…
Groupies…
My rocker husband, who also cooks, cleans and sews along with being a Southern Gentleman by the way, took our…