Sunday 28 March 2010
Facebook: "If you work for British Airways and have been on strike this week, next time you see a soldier who's returned from Afghanistan make sure you tell him/her about your awful working conditions, poor uniform and low pay!! let me know how you get on....copy and paste this for all our troops"
Sunday 14 March 2010
Mothering Sunday
This is the first blog for me and it seems I already have a follower so welcome to my blog Jimmy, if that's your real name, I have my suspicions about that.
I have been pondering about the subject of my first blog, I would like it to be relevant to the day of writing and as it is Mothering Sunday here in the UK, I have decided to witter a bit about that.
I no longer buy a Mothers day card as my dear Mum passed on in September 2006 and of course it doesn't have to be Mothering Sunday for me to remember her, she is in my head and my heart every day of the year.
I remember as a young girl asking her when childrens day was and without pausing for thought she told me that every day was childrens day, it wasn't quite the answer I was expecting, I thought there was a magical date on the calendar especially set aside for the spoiling of children but alas it was not to be.
She was absolutely right though, every day was and still is childrens day, we were loved, cared for, tucked into a comfy bed at night, waited on and cooked for, we were spoilt yes, but not with gifts as money was tight in those days but we were spoilt with love.
On Mum's headstone are the words "Remembered with a smile" how apt those words are, as much as we feel sad for our loss we still smile when we think of her, I remember her warmth and kindness, the sound of her voice, the smell of her hair and much much more.
I arrived home from work late Saturday evening and the most beautiful smell filled the house, there on the table was a beautiful bouquet of flowers in my best vase, placed there by my youngest son. My eldest son has promised me he will come to see me today and I have just seen him outside the house complete with bouquet of flowers, thankfully no chocolates, I will be holidaying in Turkey in six weeks and would like to be slightly smaller by then.
I am dedicating this first blog to my own lovely Mum and to all the lovely Mums, those that are still here and those that have sadly passed and to the heartbroken sons and daughters they have left behind.
I have been pondering about the subject of my first blog, I would like it to be relevant to the day of writing and as it is Mothering Sunday here in the UK, I have decided to witter a bit about that.
I no longer buy a Mothers day card as my dear Mum passed on in September 2006 and of course it doesn't have to be Mothering Sunday for me to remember her, she is in my head and my heart every day of the year.
I remember as a young girl asking her when childrens day was and without pausing for thought she told me that every day was childrens day, it wasn't quite the answer I was expecting, I thought there was a magical date on the calendar especially set aside for the spoiling of children but alas it was not to be.
She was absolutely right though, every day was and still is childrens day, we were loved, cared for, tucked into a comfy bed at night, waited on and cooked for, we were spoilt yes, but not with gifts as money was tight in those days but we were spoilt with love.
On Mum's headstone are the words "Remembered with a smile" how apt those words are, as much as we feel sad for our loss we still smile when we think of her, I remember her warmth and kindness, the sound of her voice, the smell of her hair and much much more.
I arrived home from work late Saturday evening and the most beautiful smell filled the house, there on the table was a beautiful bouquet of flowers in my best vase, placed there by my youngest son. My eldest son has promised me he will come to see me today and I have just seen him outside the house complete with bouquet of flowers, thankfully no chocolates, I will be holidaying in Turkey in six weeks and would like to be slightly smaller by then.
I am dedicating this first blog to my own lovely Mum and to all the lovely Mums, those that are still here and those that have sadly passed and to the heartbroken sons and daughters they have left behind.
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