Our church at the bottom of the road is my latest rave! Hubby and I are using it as the medieval townsfolk did, as the focal point of our lives. St. George’s has the most amazing ...
Everyone who has a job in England needs a National Insurance Number. This is so taxes can be deducted and benefits can be determined, it is also linked to national pensions. No-one ...
Several times I have been out with my brother and he has had to explain my presence. Let me begin by saying this, my brother is a handsome man, tall slim and usually well dressed. He ...
I promised I’d let you know why we were so tired on Saturday night when we went out clubbing. I love saying that. It is not an accurate description of what we did, but it sounds ...
I had two “pop in” conversations on Skype today, the main form of communication between us and our offspring, now that we are no longer State Side. Our oldest daughter calls ...
My rocker husband, who also cooks, cleans and sews along with being a Southern Gentleman by the way, took our youngest and me to a club last night. It was a sleazy little joint and ...
My cousin, Jonathan, commented that the dynamics between siblings change with the parents out of the mix. Hubby and I hoped that when the three we’d left behind no longer had us ...
Today was Friday, “At last! ” My beautiful daughter said. Since the funeral on Monday our week has been messed up as it is when there’s a bank holiday or some such. ...
We went to see a accountant today who made me feel poor! They are so sensible with their money. No living on a wing and a prayer for these folks, thank goodness, for they are the ones ...
Almost three weeks ago I landed in England on a cloud of disbelief. For six moths I had been planning a move to here for at least a year to live with my mother, in her Beckenham flat, ...
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.