Is it too early to talk about summer? Can we well and truly put away our winter coats and except that any change in the weather is for the better. I firmly believe so. Mostly because the thought that it’s not true….well it just doesn’t bear thinking about. So let’s put our newly painted toenails forward, splash out on some tinted moisturiser, polish our sunglasses and head out in the newly green (with a dash of colour) warmed up world. It’s actually quite a lovely place when you start to look around.
First things first. Happy Spring! I can say this with conviction as it’s been sunny for over a week now and suddenly it seems like that particular season is a possibility.
If Santa asked, which I know he won’t, I’d like to be a super hero. Just for one day.
Can you wrap that under the tree? Probably not.
What would my magical powers be?
Summer Tea Parties
Summer’s here. Don’t tell the English weather though. As soon as it hears the rain will come. It’s like “hello July, hello torrential rain.”
So let’s talk hush hush.
I’ve got some great ideas for a summer’s day afternoon tea party. It’s the high-class picnic and all the better for it.
Communicating and Negotiating via Facebook
My daughter has 691 friends on Facebook. I’m not sure that’s even a lot in the world of teenage social networking. One of her friends has 728.
Thanks to mobile uploading she also has 1593 photos.
Between Facebook chatting with a small proportion of those friends, managing her photos, studying for her A levels (final exams), eating, sleeping and just generally having a life you wonder how she has any time to talk to her mother.
I am going to sound like one of “those” mums. You know who you are. Organised.
Believe me I am not. The best way to sum me up is “the mum who never has the permission slip signed until the morning of the trip.” My kids are always having to drag me in to the school office the morning of, having been threatened the day before with exclusion from the trip. “Where’s your slip? Can’t go without it.”
So you see I am not one of those mums.
When my eldest daughter started at her sixth form college, after years of private school, she got labelled “posh”.
For one thing she said “prep” instead of “homework”.
Posh kids say “mummy I haven’t got any prep tonight.” Apparently.
I bought her one of those old school badges you can get in novelty shops that said “posh” on it. She wore it on the lapel of her jacket with pride. It became a bit of a joke in our family.
If you met us you would know instantly that we are anything but posh.