My brother gave us a ring on Sunday afternoon. We were exhausted after our market foray. I was calming down with a Yoga class. He had his sons. He wanted to take his eldest, twelve, ...
With the pending visit of my daughter’s boyfriend we have been suggesting places to go and things to do in London. Difficult to say the least because there is so much to do in ...
The toilet seats in our flat leave a lot to be desired. They are white, plastic little numbers which slip and slide around the porcelain. Hardly conducive for a serious session in the ...
I came to England all hyped up on Yoga having started taking it in November at my writing retreat in New Mexico, courtesy of my friend Ann Dunnewold. I continued at the local fitness ...
We went to see the West End musical, Love Never Dies, on Monday night. I thought Monday nights were dark too, but it was showing and as far as we could see and hear the cast performed ...
We sit at our laptops, Hubby and I, like Sally and her brother in Dr. Seuss’s book, The Cat in the Hat, waiting for something to happen that will change our day, our week our ...
My parents’ house and now flat is full of carefully matching furniture. Not like mine! We are hunters down of rare antiques, rare as in, not awfully expensive so hard to find, ...
I feel as though I have been through some dark hours in my life. As a trained Stephen Minister and Leader I know better than to push my inner suffering under the carpet and think of ...
The carpet in our flat looks as though it belongs in a cheap bedsit in Brixton. If you’re in America this translates as tenement building in the inner city. First off it’s ...
I had to register as an elector in order to be considerd for a loan. Now if you’re wondering why I need a loan so early into my moving to England you are quite justified. ...
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.