I’m going on holiday. Two weeks away, first staying with the grandsons and their mum and dad, then a week with just hubby and me. It’s only our second holiday away without children. The first one was in lockdown, and it was cancelled. I need to pack. I hate packing. I never know how much…
Talking and not talking about menopause
Photo by Armando Are on Pexels.com We have this myth that our kids are grownups at 18. This is a myth mostly perpetuated by 18-year-old who think they know everything, and possibly by the parents of young children who are desperately clinging to the idea of a little light at the end of a very…
I felt bad. Trouble was I should’ve felt much worse. Which was why I felt bad. Everyone told me I was going to find the last of my duckling’s leaving home hard. And I mean, it was a bit. I’m not a monster, I shed tears. But mostly, I was just thrilled. Which is bad.…
Bordering Grey 