Return to panto rehearsals
Panto rehearsals kicked off last week and they were both familiar and unfamiliar. After the disappointment of last year, when my daughter was unable to be in panto due to a change in policy, she is back where she belongs. A lot has changed since last time. For starters, her two best friends didn’t come back to panto this year. Sadly, for a lot of the previous chorus members, missing out last year meant they lost momentum. My...
The avulsion fracture and recovery part 3
Back in June, my son suffered an avulsion fracture on his pelvis. Avulsion fractures are usually related to sport and are more common in young people who are growing quickly. My son’s fracture was caused by pulling a muscle while doing long jump in competition, which pulled his bone away. He was in a lot of pain and was taken to hospital by ambulance. He has made a remarkable recovery since then, but was told he would need to go...
‘It’s not a fashion show’
‘It’s not a fashion show’ is one of my favourite phrases. I use it to make my husband and kids stop and think if they’re being a bit silly about clothes. Because life isn’t a fashion show. School isn’t a fashion show, work isn’t a fashion and running most definitely isn’t a fashion show. It doesn’t matter if your clothes don’t match 100% of the time. Yes, you have to have a...
Being teetotal
I’ve mentioned being teetotal a few times over the years in passing, but realise I’ve never written a full post on it. For me, being teetotal is easy. Because I’ve never known any different. Not drinking alcohol wasn’t initially a conscious decision. My friends all started going to the pub in 6th form, and I went with them. Some of them drank, some of them didn’t. We were only 16 or 17, but this was the...
Parenting an adult: Not charging rent
My son is now 18 and has been working for a couple of months. We are adjusting to life parenting an adult. Once my son started work, I’d always assumed we would start charging him rent to live at home. To be honest, even if he wasn’t doing an apprenticeship or a ‘proper job’, I assumed we would charge him a bit. It’s not that we need the money (although of course it would be nice), but it’s about...
Worrying about Cedric the guinea pig
A few days ago, I was worrying about my lovely guinea pig, Wilfred. And with good cause. Poor Wilfred didn’t make it and I was devastated. But at least I could stop the constant worrying. The worst had already happened. I am one of life’s worriers. I’m pleased to say that I generally don’t have big stuff to worry about, so I worry about the small stuff. I worry that I might forget to write an email to school. I...
