mother

  • Bye Bye, Mum.

    My mum passed on to whatever is next on the 12th of December. I didn’t make it to her in time as I had to take several stops on the journey because I was so tired and my hands in so much pain. I missed her by less than an hour.

  • An Only Child and an Elderly Mother

    I have started this post many, many times. It’s not just the fibro fog making the words difficult to find, it’s that actually committing my thoughts and fears to the page forces me to accept that they are real, tangible and inescapable. But I’m a grown up and I hope that writing this all down…

  • Merry Christmas, Mum

    Even before I left, I knew doing the Christmas shopping with my mum wasn’t a good idea. I was proven right. First, we went to Lidl. “What’s that?” “A jigsaw.” “Oh. That’s nice. What’s that?” “A calligraphy set.” “….” “A fancy pen.”

  • Arthur Miller’s Turning In His Grave

    [tweetmeme source=”nettiewriter” http://www.URL.com] Another Tuesday, another tesco day with mum. Mum: Are you getting anything in Tesco today? Me: Yes, a few things. I need tea, bread, rolls…and if Claire had her way I’d be bringing home a pony. Mum: Phoney? Me: PONY! Mum: What? Me: A pony! It’s for Claire. She always asks me…

  • Ossama is Dead

    I came home to a phone message from my mum. “Hello, it’s me. Mum. Just phoning you to let you know Ossama Bin Laden is dead, but everything is alright here.” The world will breathe easier for that, Mum.

  • I have a sore bone.

    [tweetmeme source=”nettiewriter” http://www.URL.com] Me: How are you? Mum: I’ve got a sore bone. Me: Sore bone?