When we journey to London we always see The Battersea Dogs’ Home from the window and with the passing comes the comment,
“We have to go there one day. I’ve wanted to visit all my life!” Because of course I lived in the environs of Battersea, Vauxhall, Clapham when I was young and it was somewhere my parents would never take me. Their dogs had to be pedigrees, no mutts for them!
This weekend we paid a visit. Getting there wasn’t as easy as it looked from the train window, we had to go into Victoria then catch another train to Battersea Park, clear across the station! We thought it would be easy to get a bus back to Brixton and visit the market on the way back, since the home looks as though it is quite close, but there weren’t any buses or any locals to tell us if there were! So we retraced our steps and got there by train.
At the home we were disappointed. Apart from about half a dozen dogs all the rest were Staffordshire Bull Terriers, not at all the type of dog I would consider adopting although there were signs everywhere declaring them sweet, and soft, and family loving and playful…
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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