The best thing in the world?

I asked – If you could have anything in the whole world, what would you chose?

Number 2 – A Lamborghini.

Number 3 – The best moped ever.

Number 4 – A horse.

Number 5 – A really big lasagne.


I made bread!

It snowed. Everyone else had eaten all the bread in the shops. I fell into despair. What would I feed everyone!

I had flour and yeast, there was only one thing for it. I made bread.

ok, so it took all afternoon to produce a batch of 12 rolls but out of the oven came 12 (nearly) perfect looking rolls that looked, surprisingly, good enough to eat.

Today they have gone to school/work with freshly made home baked crusty rolls (they were meant to be crusty) and I feel like a hero!

Thanks for that!

I got home to find a card through the door from the police.

It stated that it was an urgent matter relating to Number 2’s car and that he should contact them straight away.

My heart sunk. Number 2 was at work.

I text him but he didn’t reply.

I text Number 2 + 1 but she didn’t reply.

My mind was going overdrive with possibilities. What if he wasn’t at work? What if something had happened? Where was his car? Was he in it? There were so many possibilities and none of them good.

Eventually he called me, then he called the station. He called me back.
There was an issue with his number plate and it needed to be amended straight away!

Here is my note…

‘I am his mother and THAT IS NOT URGENT, you scared me half to death!’

It doesn’t get any easier!


Packed Lunch Pickle…

Making packed lunches for everyone takes some brain power…every single day!

3 out of the 4 like ham. 1 of those 3 only likes thin ham, another will only eat thick cut.

Only 1 likes cheese, another will eat it but only if it’s with ham (thick cut, definitely not thin!).

2 like cucumber, but only 1 likes tomato.

2 out of four like turkey.

3 like mayo and 2 like salad cream, but still, that all depends on the sandwich and apparently the bread.

1 will only eat rolls or wraps, no bread or pittas allowed.

Sometimes I make pasta salad. 3 will eat it. 1 won’t eat it if there’s not enough mayo, 1 won’t eat it if there is too much mayo or a hint of a vegetable in sight.

And pickle? I don’t even want to think about that. I think some of them might like it on something at sometime…but right now I have no idea who!


Have your cake…

I made some cakes, 2 loaf sponges, 1 plain sponge and 1 cherry.

At different times one by one everyone came into the kitchen.

‘Oh, they look nice,’ they all said, ‘what’s in them?’

‘One is plain, the other is cherry.’ I said.

‘Which is which?’ they said.

‘The cherry one is the one with cherries in it!’ I said.


That’s nice…

It was a stressful morning, I was trying to get ready but there was knock after knock on the bedroom door.

Number 4 was at the door this time.

‘Oh my goodness’ I said, ‘can I not just have 5 minutes to get myself ready in peace, I’ll do whatever you want when I’ve finished!’

Number 4 stood and watched me for a moment.

‘You don’t need to put on make-up,’ she said, ‘you’re really pretty as it is.’

‘Ok,’ I said, ‘you can stay, why don’t you sit down.’




It’s hard sometimes, this parenting lark!

I’m dismayed to find this parenting lark doesn’t get easier when the kids get older. I thought it would…I was wrong! Why don’t people tell you these things!

Number 2 and 2 + 1 have booked another holiday and they are very excited about it.
I, on the other hand, am hoping they lose their passports!

They have chosen to go further afield, which is nice. The thought of them exploring the world is a fantastic notion.

The reality makes me feel nauseous.

The country they have chosen has safe zones (!)…there are green (good bits) yellow (not so good I assume) and red (I don’t even want to think about that).

Number 2 has assured me that the resort is mostly green.

What about the other bits I want to cry! But I don’t, I smile and say ‘that’s nice dear!’

He shows me pictures of the resort. It looks fabulous. It looks like it’s enclosed by a big wall or something. What is on the other side of the wall??? I try to peer behind the screen and look to the side but I can’t see. I want to say ‘no you can’t go there, it’s not safe enough, the wall could be higher, I don’t even know what’s on the other side of the wall, maybe it should be closer to home?’ but I don’t. I smile and say ‘that looks amazing.’ And it does too. Crystal clear pools, beautiful blue skies. Don’t we have that here?! Cornwall is beautiful in the summer. Perhaps he should just stay at home!

It’s so far away, a different world.

What if it doesn’t go to plan? Is he prepared? Have I prepared him enough for the ‘crapness’ that life sometimes brings? I guess I can only hope so.

He has such great qualities, he’s more fearless, courageous and confident at 19 than I am at 44. He’s so great, but that’s not helpful when you’re his mum, I worry!

We’ve reached a compromise. I bought him ‘Safe’, the book by Chris Ryan @chrisryan, for Christmas. I’ve read it, it’s a great book and kind of covers everything about everything I want (need) him to know.

He has to read it cover to cover (at least twice).
I will feel better then(!).

I will continue to resist the urge to pack myself in his suitcase just to make sure he’s ok.

I will feel better when he comes home and shows me his photo’s and tells me he’s had a great time.

I will try not to think about it!