2012 has been a revelatory year in that nothing actually happened. Well, there were the Olympics, and the Jubilee and the usual tempests, storms and floods but for me, not so much. Over the past decade a lot has ‘happened’; a whirlwind of marriages, births, deaths, four house moves and an array of dramas and … Continue reading The year where nothing happened (or how I learned to stop worrying)
Author: Louise Dillon Bennett
Girls on the High Seas
This week, my youngest son declared that girls cannot be pirates. The conversation went as follows: “What would you like to be Mummy?” “A pirate” “You can’t be a pirate, you must choose something girls are allowed to be” "Girls can be pirates" "No they can't, you can be a princess and that's it" My … Continue reading Girls on the High Seas
Happy Feet
The time has come for our youngest child to get a new bed. His cot bed no longer contains his flailing limbs in the night and, by his own admission, he needs a big boy's bed. This, coinciding with eldest child's wobbly tooth, is a milestone I was ill-prepared for. Two large children in proper … Continue reading Happy Feet
All About My Mother
Yesterday would have been my Mum’s 70th birthday. There would have been catering. There would have been a lot of catering. It would also have been my Dad’s birthday 2 weeks ago. I did remember, I did think about it but I was busy, I had work to do. He wouldn’t have minded. But Mum’s … Continue reading All About My Mother
Don’t Have Nightmares
It’s tough work being a parent. I have often likened it to any other career path. When you begin, it’s just a lot of long hours and dull repetitive manual labour. Like being a waitress but without the tips. As time goes by, you move higher up the corporate structure until you have a more … Continue reading Don’t Have Nightmares
The silk inside the chestnut shell
Welcome to my new blog, come in and make yourselves comfy. There is nothing that symbolises new beginnings for me than the beginning of Autumn. You can keep your New Year's resolutions, which are always furred by hangovers and too much trifle. As for spring, nobody ever really knows when it starts anyway, and is … Continue reading The silk inside the chestnut shell
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