Confessions of an Author

Remembrance Day Poem – As Life Goes On Now, and Then IKEA homeware packed in boxes, Heaps of stuff litter the hall, then squashed into the back of the car. Last hugs, cheery goodbyes, the drive to uni. Snippets of home, spread around the strange smelling room, The lanky excited-scared almost man says goodbye, And the mother remembers. She remembers the feel of the bowling ball weight on her hip when she carried him, The feel of his tiny hands on her cheeks when he offered snotty kisses, The snuffle of breath as he slept against her shoulder, She remembers the child as she looks at the man. As she wishes him well, holds back tears until she has driven away. Billycans and clothes stuffed in kit-bag, A train to London packed tight, then bustle hurry find the right squad. Last hugs, tearful goodbyes, a band plays on. Heaving the bag, look around for friends joining too, The lanky excited-scared almost man says goodbye, And the mother remembers. She remembers the feel ...

Another Proud Mummy Moment 1 So, this week we had another graduation ceremony – Son 2 collected his BSc in Natural Sciences – proud Mummy moment. He had had a busy week leading up to the graduation, so I had to help a bit. (You think, when you have little kids, that one day they won’t need you anymore. I’m not sure quite when that day comes, but my children are all in their twenties, and I still seem to be helping.) His busy week had included a trip to Wimbledon. He left home very early, and travelled to London, to be queuing outside Wimbledon by 8am. Due to nice weather and lots of Brits qualifying, it was already full. He came home again. I’m sure though he was pleased to go, simply to collect his “How to Queue” booklet. Mind you, tennis has to be one of the most boring games to watch (am not a great lover of sports). It is only slightly better than watching cricket – where all the players look like they have escaped from a flour mill and are standing around trying ...