Flying Visit to the Folks

I don’t know why, but every  photo I ever take of my mother seems to feature her face in her hands! Never mind. Just a flying visit this year, enough time to take the mama for a new hairstyle one day, and visit the brother another. It amazes me every time how fast kids grow…

Roisin’s Here!!!

It has been three days since my beautiful niece Roisin (Pron: Roesheen) arrived with my simply adorable step-daughter Tash in tow.  Even as she was on the plane I promised a close family friend that I’d make Roisin post a photo every day.  Ha. We are hard pushed to even remember to take the camera…

Getting There Slowly!

So, about six years ago we extended our yacht by about 3 feet by adding a scoop (or swim platform). It is an impressive piece of work, designed by my impressive husband, and masterly crafted by an old friend John Hermanson, who used to work on big time racing yachts.  We struck lucky finding him…

Come Dine with Me…

I visited my stepdaughter Tash when I was in the UK.  The first thing that struck me was how neat and tidy students are nowadays.  Unless they heard I was coming and tidied up first!  The next thing that struck me was how little students had changed in that time.  They still use the same…

The Rugged Rucksack!

So… I keep trying to write about my holiday with Steve and Karen back in July, and keep getting sidetracked… which is a shame, since they were the very reason I visited the UK this summer. For as long as I can remember, Uncle Steve has lived in Canada.  He was a Maths teacher at…

There was a Crooked Lady, with a Crooked House

The last time I saw my Uncle was 17 years ago.  I was in college, doing a Bachelors Degree in Education with English and Technology; and my uncle was on a visit from Canada.  He doesn’t visit his childhood home very often, because it isn’t the same as it was when he was younger. The…

The Weekend Before

In June I had a miscarriage.  I was quite upset, and determined to get straight back to treatment (he had a vasectomy, so we’re doing ICSI); but when I pitched up at the clinic, my doctor had gone on holiday.  Nt only that, but the embryologist had gone away too, so there was to be…