My daughter seems to have this thing about nearly treading in unspeakables. I’m not talking about dog poo although that’s bad enough. I’ve already talked about the ...
We saw The Harry Potter Exhibit, for which the advertisements did absolutely no justice at all. We were told it would take at least 3 hours to surf the sets and hubs and I looked at ...
This time it was pouring with rain during breakfast. We all wore better than canvas shoes, our son borrowed his father’s Doc Martens, I wore boots with everyone else. Only cameras ...
As pre-arranged the evening before we got up as usual and journalled and devoted before our son arose at 830am and ate a full English breakfast enjoying the English bacon, “Second ...
My school teacher daughter decided to go back to college under her own steam. Don’t we just love the independence we have instilled in our offspring? They go to college, buy a ...
Eighty eight years ago today my mother was born. She never was one to make much fuss over this special day. As children we would be taken to The Royal Opera House in Covent Garden to ...
Thank God our oldest finally decided that it would be worth coming to see the parentals, if only for a week. Now he’s seen the streets we wander, the woods I traverse and the ...
It rains a lot here in England and do you want to hear something funny? We are on a hosepipe ban at the moment because the country is in the grip of a drought! Says who? Nature went, ...
I had three sets of people tell me my external hard drive was a hopeless case! But when I held it to my ear it whirred peacefully and calmly without a clunk or a grunt. A little man in ...
I’ve always called on hubs to help me with anything to do with wires and wiring. He is a whiz at diverting music to any room in the house and can rig up a printer with a computer ...
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.