Family Holidays of Old

For the children, it’s the first glimpse of the sea.  They know when it will come, but fight even so to be the one to call it.  Then we all break into song Si si si si doloda, yaku sineladu banaha.   Continue reading Family Holidays of Old

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That Was The Good News.

I used, when it all kicked off, to send myself emails as things occured to me.  (I still do.)  And now, sometimes when I am looking for other things, I find them.  They give me a jolt – I have usually forgotten the incidents and thoughts.  And they make me cry. Continue reading That Was The Good News.

First the Lasagne, now the Fruit Bowl

For years – more than 20 – I cooked for the family.  Five of us.  More or less everything we ate, until the children went to school and had lunch there.  My husband used to eat out on expenses during the day and when travelling on business (supposedly).   Continue reading First the Lasagne, now the Fruit Bowl

Having a Dog and Barking Yourself

Twelve hours or more I am out of the house these days; long days at work and an extensive commute.  I arrive home tired, have to shop, cook, iron and so on, deal with rats and leaking roofs and the tax office,  and – this week – my son forgetting to turn up to one of his exams, which necessitates more paperwork and cost than you would imagine. I try to squeeze in time to write another chapter of the book, already behind schedule, but luckily with an understanding publisher. Continue reading Having a Dog and Barking Yourself

Who Loaded the Dishwasher?

I can’t remember where I read this (or I would credit) but there was a woman who was unaware her husband was having an affair.  Even though there were signs, she chose – subconsciously – to ignore them.  (Oh God, this business of shielding oneself is so fascinating).  One day she joined him in the kitchen and suddenly demanded: ‘Who loaded the dishwasher?!’   Continue reading Who Loaded the Dishwasher?