July … what does it mean to you ?
For me it’s the start of a long hot summer [hopefully] alfresco ‘everything’ in the garden , weekends away, my best friends birthday.
It is also a painful reminder that in just a few days time, 2 years ago , my mum and best friend died.
July 10th at 3.40pm in palliative care with Dad & I sat by her bedside.
I’ll not lie I’m in a weird-ass mood
I shouldn’t have but … oh oh I only bloody did… I’ve just lost an hour scrolling through a Tattle forum . It’s like Mumsnet but waaayyyyy more bitchy. My curiosity got the better of me and into the rabbit hole I fell.
OMG!!
Just a little background so you can see where I’m coming from if you are new around here . Let’s call it ‘a bloggers perspective ‘
I don’t usually feel the need to justify myself … but the forums niggled me, got me feeling like I should… which in itself is niggling me that I feel that way? Confusing yes but bare with me …
I’m a big bundle of emotions at the moment. I make no secret of the fact I find the build up to Mothers Day hard. I don’t begrudge any mums out there their special day … it’s just hard when yours isn’t around anymore and your not a mum yourself.
Yep, yep , yep you heard correctly the lovely Sharon from Best Before End Date has nominated me for a Sunshine Blogger Award. A blogger to blogger award. Thankyou lovely lady
It’s such a fabulous idea and a great way to pay it forward and hopefully get some new eyes / views/ followers to our blogs.
I’m all for supporting my fellow bloggers … so here goes
Here are Sharon’s questions and my answers as follows:
Time …
‘Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana‘ – Anthony G Oettinger
I finally listened to the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack yesterday. It has only taken me 19 months. It was one of Mum and I favourite film. I couldn’t and more importantly didn’t want to listen to it without her by my side.
When I lived at home and It was just the two of us Mum and I would get supplies [ mainly chocolate ] , sit down or rather jump around, totally immersing ourselves in the film and it’s characters. We would replay the elevator scene over and over … the one where we are first introduced to Frank N Furter. Its simply amazing. Tim Curry is the only bloke I’ve officially ever found attractive in a corset, 6 inch heels and bright red lipstick
I can remember my first experience with alcohol like it was yesterday …[ not including the Baby Cham mum used to let us have on special occasions and the glass of Sherry I had with my Grandad on Christmas Eve ] … it was actually 30-odd years ago!
Let me take you back. It was my first and only Jamboree [Brownie/ Guide/ Scout Camp] over in Luxemburg. I was only 13 ; I guess Mum and Dad thought I was in safe hands.
On our first night of freedom my friend Jackie [ lived next door but one, year older than me, pretty, big boobs, all the boys loved her] and I bought a bottle of Advocaat each . Luckily Jackie looked older than her years and like I said – boobs. She got served.
Advocaat was thick and creamy like custard and I remember I didn’t really enjoy the taste. We hid in a bush just off camp and necked it all. Let’s just say half an hour later I had literally turned green and began throwing up. I was sent to bed … the Camp Leaders believing I had picked a bug up while travelling. [Face of an angel me …far too sweet and innocent to even consider I had been drinking ] Continue reading