In two weeks we became more comfortable with our hand held computers, emailing our old buddies and iMessaging our children like teenagers, both hands employed to hail our nuclear family ...
Uprooting our lives, changing schedules, leaving family and friends during blossom time takes a lot of doing. This is the second time we have moved to London in the space of two years. ...
Hubs and I were on the Church green this weekend. In addition to rides for the children there was a farmer’s market going on and all sorts of interesting stalls to browse. We ...
When we arrived at the London, flat after being away for a few months, we heard our fridge/freezer wheezing. It sounded as though it was on a respirator. The heavy breathing was ...
The allotment gardener and his friend, a woman from the flats, are outside in the garden eating their lunch. Making the most of intermittent sunshine. They are wrapped up in coats, ...
We spend a lot of time standing on train station platforms, not because the trains run late but because we don’t have a timetable yet and can’t remember the minutes past the ...
When it comes time for communion in St. George’s Lady Chapel on Wednesday mornings I am touched by the sight of two people making their way to the altar. With hands firmly gipped ...
There are weeds coming up in the cracks of our paving stones outside the French windows. Hubs, the fastidious American gardener, wants to buy some weed killer or use gasoline, not very ...
Is it news to say the rain came down again on us in London? As I was sloshing home on the slippery stones of the churchyard where my parents are interred I saw the snails out in force. ...
My mother, had she been alive today, would have turned 89. I went to morning mass and prayed for her and by so doing remembered her mother who had been wild with delight at the birth of ...
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.