A room of one’s own
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The worst question, and the worst response.
I was at a wedding last Saturday, and five minutes after sitting down at a table of strangers, it happened. They were all younger than my husband and me, two married and all childless. The guy I was sitting next to was a submariner in the Navy – what a very exciting and impressive job…
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Don’t forget when shadows fall
Note to self: when the days get shorter, when the children have gone off to school and you’re left alone to find a different purpose, when winter brings unwelcome, much dreaded spells of bad health, or when unexpected troubles come, don’t forget that you had a bright summer. That you felt warmth. The kids were…
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Giving away nostalgia
I did something yesterday that really was a long time coming, but I never seemed to be able to face it before. I flung open an over-stuffed wardrobe, and pulled out all my shoes. The ones I had no chance of walking or even standing in anymore. I’d kept them in this wild hope that…
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Goodbye old friend
You were always there, standing tall when I was rushing around, going here and there. Sometimes I forgot to look at you, but you stayed the same, ready to be noticed but unaffected if you weren’t. When I sat down with my tea most mornings, there you were, and then we faced each other. You…
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My international family
It’s been 12 years since I last physically stood with them, but somehow they’re still close to me in spirit. It only took one phone call for me to be welcomed in, and in some ways, I’ve never left. During my first week in Nice, I spent some time with a small group at L’Eglise…
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My 500 miles
If you didn’t know, you’d think I was a pretty lazy person – always parking as close as possible to my destination, sitting on whatever bench is available, griping about the long standing wait at the end of school. It does look bad, I know that painfully well. You have no idea how much I…
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Moved on.
She should have known when they dug out the roses without asking, or when they fussed when she fell. There was hardly a scratch on her, but they jumped at it like she’d signed herself off. Hovering like vultures they were – darting their eyes round her wee house making some kind of inventory of…
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Them ‘uns.
For a good while I thought the people near us called us ‘them ‘uns’ just because they didn’t know our real name. It happened on the bus, and at the school gates mainly – they’d look at me and my mum, and then turn to each other to say it. It was only as I…
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Living in the now
Last year, I could…When that photo was taken I had just walked down the field, or up a mountain… ‘Mummy remember when you carried me across the channel to the forest?” That was then. Before my legs got so weak, I managed many things, and did many things. Before is a difficult place to…
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The danger of snapshots
I was out in a beautiful forest park with the family on Easter Monday. It was fairly busy, so as we walked through the trees, we met a good few people – couples jogging, families with crying toddlers, people who didn’t fit into any neat category. And that’s when I got to thinking about how,…