We went to see a accountant today who made me feel poor! They are so sensible with their money. No living on a wing and a prayer for these folks, thank goodness, for they are the ones we pay to look after our money.
On the way to Bond Street we saw a shop selling shoes, a shoe shop if I was talking properly, and they were amazing. The heels were sometimes curved, the platforms were off centre, the fabric was flowered and the colours were…well…colourful. Even on sale they were way beyond my reach, even before I knew I was poor, but they made my day just looking at them. At home we told Malia about them and she asked,
“Why are you telling me about a fantastic shoe shop? Why aren’t you taking me there to buy shoes!”
I’m glad she wasn’t with us, she would have cost us a lot of money.
The bell ringers at our local (church) were practising tonight. Such a lovely sound being carried across our newly mowed law (not by us, the gardeners came today). I felt as though I was being summoned to some happy occassion. I went inside to eat my meal, we had ready made Sainsbury’s burgers tonight. Malia got out two because she didn’t think I was eating, but I secretly told my hubby I was and he secretly turned two hamburgers into three and no-one, being Malia, noticed.
My day ended richly in many other ways.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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