Hubs and I decided we needed a break. What from we don’t quite know. Except for the weather this rather reminds me of the year I spent in Spain. Every day is a holiday! Twenty some ...
The folks living in the same house my daughter shares asked if she can cook? I wonder why since she really doesn’t need to be able to cook as her weekly rent includes full board. ...
The Bromley council has decided to green up its act. A few weeks ago we were sent notices through our letterboxes about food waste with ideas on alternative ways to deal with it other ...
At the bottom of the road where we live we passed parents on their way down the hill with their two year old daughter snuggled securely in her pushchair. Mum was at the helm behind her ...
Today I saw the cygnet again. In Danny Kaye’s famous song about an ugly duckling it is referred to as a “he” so I will liberally refer to my cygnet as a he too to ...
On the way home from the seaside the day before Thanksgiving, after we had watched our dancer daughter, Malia, act so well she had reduced herself and an audience member sitting next to ...
Today is Thanksgiving and I am still not celebrating. At least not yet! We are waiting for everyone to gather at the one house in Texas so that we can catch the whole family with a ...
It is the day before Thanksgiving and I am falling quite naturally into my mode of non celebration. “I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving,” I said to hubs this afternoon. “Yes you do, you’re ...
I was looking through some coats of my mother’s that I’d stored in the garage this summer. One is a plain, soft, wool, grey about two sizes too big for both myself and my mother. ...
I spend several hours a day out, mainly because I get sidetracked when I’m at home and can’t do my thinking, or reading. If I go out to read I sit in a park and people ...
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.