Wednesday 19th September

I love this time of year and I particularly love conkers. I love their prickly shells and the beauty of the shiny brown conker within. My 10yo loves to collect them. He keeps them in his school bag where they tend to fester for the next 12 months lol.

It reminded me of the time that I was cooking with Lydia and how I nearly poisoned the family.

I used to use a whizzy gadget to chop up onions. Lydia loves to help in the kitchen. At the age of 3 she would stand on her stool by my side. It was conker season and she had found a baby conker! I was making spaghetti and chopping up onions in super whizzy gadget. I turned to get something, then did some more whizzing. Unfortunately things looked a bit green with brown bits! Light gradually dawned…..

Me: Lydia what have you done with baby Conker?

Lydia: I put him in the whizzy thing Mummy…….

Arrrrraaggggggghhhhh

Tuesday 18th September

I hate the school run. It’s not the going to school it’s the coming back….with all the clutter. We have book bags, rucksack, lunch boxes, coats and jumpers. And who ends up carrying them….ME. I tend to use my little run around for the school run which is only 3 doors. I then have to heave myself as elegantly as possible into the back of the car to sort out seatbelts. My neighbour gets a real treat night and morning lol…..

Sunday 16th September

Lovely afternoon spent blackberry picking in the warmth of the Autumn sunshine. Managed to avoid getting stung by the nettles. Have picked enough to make some lovely crumbles during the winter.

Reminds me of how we used to go blackberry picking on Epsom common 40 years ago. The smell of jam and bramble jelly cooking on the stove used to fill the house. In the garden we used to have 3 or 4 apple trees as well as pear trees. I remember Dad storing the apples in drawers in the brick shed with paper in between to stop them rotting. I never know which is my favourite season but Autumn is certainly a special time of year.

Monday 10th September

Since we got back from holiday my 7yo has found it really difficult to settle in her bedroom at night. It’s getting a trifle frustrating now. It was about 11.30 before she settled last night. Not quite sure what to do. Husband ignored it, rolled over and snored away which meant I was left on “Mum” duty. I spent about 30 mins sitting on the floor of her bedroom in the dark waiting for her to drop off. The problem is that her bedroom at home is downstairs and everyone else is upstairs. I hope it’s a phase that will pass…feeling a trifle lightheaded today as lack of sleep is not doing me any good.

Sunday 9th September

Whilst putting the washing away I got to pondering that “my smalls” were not as small as they once were. In fact my knicker coverage appears to have increased as I’ve got older.

Once upon a time my cupboard was filled with tiny lace thongs and frilly pants. Alas that is no longer the case. In fact I need more drawer space to accommodate my increasing size of “drawers”.

My preference these days is for the fuller cut brief. The pants that hold everything in and gives support in the right places. Ones that keep your bum warm, your bits covered and tummy supported. Let’s face it you can hardly tuck a vest into a thong can you?

So my days of flicking lovingly through the Agent Provocateur catalogue are long gone. Now I like to settle down with Damart….and a glass of sherry…………

Tuesday 28th August

Sharing a bathroom whilst on holiday with teenage niece does take you back. She’s managed to use my whole new bottle of shampoo in the space of 10 days. So decided to pilfer her conditioner tee hee hee. Hair smelt absolutely lovely lol.

The first couple of days noticed my razor wasn’t where I left it! Cheeky madam had been using mine as she’d left hers at home. Had to treat her to another one before we passed anything on to each other!

As for perfume sprays. Thought I’d walked into a boudoir! Did remind me though as to how much I used to love “White Musk” from the Bodyshop. I’ve moved on since then, Channel No 5 or White Linen is more me. It did take me back though to a childhood memory of laying in the garden in the summer and dabbing “4, 7, 11” on my temples….whilst dressed in an anorak! Well it was new and I was only 8…..