Moments from Suburbia

 I first started to write here 16 years ago, when I was 44 years old. This year I will be 60. My wonderful children have grown into beautifu...

Yep, that's right! Where did all that time go I hear you ask...if you are still here that is. (Well it was 2008 once!) And what does a S...

I should be writing my 'theoretical framework' for my case study. I'm bored and to be honest a bit confused, so I'm here ins...

Its been 2 years exactly since we all moved into this house and into a new adventure. I thought I knew how it would pan out, I thought it wo...

Thursday night I'm woken by the sound of banging and crashing downstairs in the hall. I listen intently, wondering whether to get up and...

I turn up with a bunch of Sweet Williams which we both sniff as I walk in and make the same disappointed face to. "Maybe they'll st...

How do you count the passing of time? For me it has always been through the growing up of children. Not always my own. Years ago my very goo...

We turn up at Mums at about 11am. I ring the bell. She's in instant panic mode even though she knows we're coming. "I've lo...

Wow! That was a big year, wedding, house moves, new schools and colleges. All such a new life. Wishing you all a great 2017 Tall Girl an...

I plump myself down on Small Sprogs bed. He looks at me with a withering look. I smile! "Whats up dude?" he says. I giggle ...

It's 4ish months since we all moved in here. At first it felt like a holiday home as all the teens had finished GCSEs and we all hung ab...

It's nearly the weekend and Tall Girl has 'volunteered', or perhaps been press-ganged, into making chocolate and ginger mouse fo...

This should be a post about moving house, which was crazy (and sorted) or the holidays since but I need to write the following as a memory f...

An era is drawing to an end and there are new beginnings on the horizon for all of us here. Small Sprog had his last day of school today (ap...