An observation I made in Ireland’s fair and green city of Dublin has to do with our auditory sense. I was there with my zoo-keeper son, Simon, and since we were still using shank’s pony as our chief mode of transportation we encountered many pedestrian crossings and their subtle sounds of alert. In London, the…

Today is my 27th wedding anniversary! “Dang, that’s a long time, wasn’t it just your 25th…two years ago?”  Malia’s math is spot on! More accurately it is our 27th wedding anniversary and we are looking at the photograph of us on that lovely day, gathered around the register, pens poised over the license,  smiling for…

We had another long trip out to Heathrow today. When we entrusted our son to the waiting wings of his aeroplane, a couple of days ago,  I commented to Hubs that it seemed a long time since we’d been at the airport.  It had been three fun filled weeks. This morning we were at the…

I’ve had a busy two weeks, so busy in fact I’ve not had a spare moment to sit down and post.  More to the point, I’ve sadly neglected my Yoga and my evening walks.  Not that I’ve needed evening walks with all the walking my son claimed we did but I have needed Yoga and…

We arose at the crack of dawn to accompany our son to the airport.  He had said, “Mum, you don’t have to come,” to which I had replied, “If I don’t come then your father is going to have to make the long, lonely journey home, on his own…”  We both looked at each other…

My hubs picks up the free newspapers to read on the train. There is not a lot of news in these little publications, although they have lots of pages they are more sensational than sources of global information. But who am to speak about content?  I don’t read them, I catch the odd headline. Like…

My zoo keeper son is here and not content to sit and be, as we’ve been, he wants to explore. “Where are we going today, Mum?” are his first words on entering the kitchen for his coffee and pain au chocolat. “And good morning to you too!”  I respond with a hug.  He yawns and…

On the first day of our son’s visit, the day he landed, we managed to contain his excursion to the high street; a simple outing with great rewards. He explored the shelves of food at Sainsbury’s, always a treat because they carry British fare, quite different from the American fare at Kroger. The British are…

We shared the journey to Heathrow with thousands of others; most of them on our train, or so it appeared to my unsociable self at that ungodly hour.  We had to stand all the way to Victoria, endeavouring, along the way, to respect one another’s millimetre of personal space.  In a fast moving train this…

Today is my oldest son’s birthday and I really don’t want to think of how old he is because that only makes me feel old and my Hubs has told me stop thinking about feeling old… When he was turning all those lovely young ages I viewed him as a personification of time. He depicted…