So… imagine If you will… I woke early to start the preparations for my Mum's birthday dinner that very night. Food to be prepped, house...

I recently spent a weekend away with my little redhead (12-year-old son) at the coast. I promised myself before we even set off that I would try not to say NO to every suggestion/idea and that I would make an extra effort to really listen to him. Ever hopeful of the perfect Mum and Son bonding moments that would present themselves, we set off full of hope and promise.    We had no sooner left the end of the road before I realised my conversation was, indeed, completely one-sided as little red...

Thoughts of an English Mum Just a quick question..albeit a very serious quick question…. Why is it that you can watch your sleeping...

continued… (part one found here) Exhausted we partook in the obligatory shower in the communal shower block where people abandon all...

The idea seemed great. The picture in my head a scene of utter serenity. We booked. We allowed ourselves a few days of anticipatory glee...

I WISH I WERE… Thinner ~ Faster Fitter ~ Richer Patient ~ Prettier More Tolerant More Organised HOWEVER! I Am… Fatter ~ Unfitter Poorer...

As Mums, we crave those little moments of solitude where we can finish a cup of tea (or coffee for my American friends)… where a bath is...

After a super, stress free, school supply, summer shopping trip I had with my son, I was feeling pretty smug. We both set off for work...

So, it was a very busy morning at work – phones ringing… people complaining and a mountain of paperwork that was growing steadily higher by the minute… The phone rings. It’s Lil Red. “Why isn’t he in class, I think??” He proceeds to tell me that he has been given a detention in class. It would seem that he, along with a close knit gang of similarly minded rascals, decided it would be a perfectly good idea to…. ALL LET OFF PARTY POPPERS DURING A SILENCE ONLY EXAM!!!!!! SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA...

Misadventures of Little Red/Winter Tales So the holidays were approaching fast, and impatient to get the decorations and tree down from the attic I declined the invitation to wait until the family returned from a grocery trip and decided to just go it alone. Big mistake. Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house… nothing was stirring… well, nothing except for Little Red’s Mumma, who was perched precariously on the top of a ladder wedged in the attic opening. The Christmas tree...

My Mum asked if I would help her organise the thousands of photos she has managed to accrue over the years which now seem to fall from every drawer, desktop and nook throughout her home. Being the ever helpful daughter I am, I loaded up several boxes into my car confident that I would get them sorted in no time what so ever. A week later the boxes sat untouched on my living room floor until I could put it off no longer. Grabbing a handful from the nearest box, I started to try and put them...

So another phone call from Little Red’s school informing me that he seems to be having great difficulty in class due to the fact that he can’t stop talking, resulted in me solemnly promising to address the issue and the schools’ concerns. Unfortunately, I decided to have ‘said conversation’ at the same time that I was having a little ‘clear out’ and left some of my old school reports lying around. Little Red, being the little super sleuth that he is, seized the opportunity to do a bit...

Now ladies listen up…. It was that time…dread, terror and sheer panic enveloped me as I realised it was time to broach the subject with...

Thoughts of an English Mum Sports Day at my son’s school…the final race. There was silence but for the intake of breaths. The suspense...

So my 12 year old son asked me today, out of the blue, what a certain rather rude word meant. After spluttering out my tea and drawing...

Thoughts of an English Mum I wish I could run… Like a child in the playground, free and uninhibited. I wish I could throw on my trainers...

Why is it… That no matter what you do… how well you do it…how hard you try… it never seems that you are doing enough? Is it a Mum thing...

It's the principle, Principal!!! So let me begin by telling you that I work in a Primary School Office where I spend an awful lot of time...