Archives for June 2012

Dance Steps

Archie’s stressed.  Apparently, it’s my fault. He’s tracking how he’s going with his degree and he’s a little underwhelmed.  I’m responsible. He was in a flap yesterday about an assignment he had to visually present and he fell apart under the pressure.  ‘Mum, you know I’ve got this presentation’. ‘What subject?’ ‘Dance.’ ‘Oh, that’s great, […]

Run Alfie, Run

For those wanting to know how the Sunday roast unfolded, well, it did happen, but in a condensed version.  You see Archie worked the night before and arrived home at 1.30am after being the waiter at a 50th birthday party where one woman dropped the rubbish she was holding on the floor, then looked at […]

Double Layer Chocolate Cake and…’Not to worry, mum’

I used to have a son, Archie. No, I still have a son, Archie, it’s just that I don’t see him and I can’t find him. He’s never here. Sometimes there’s evidence that he’s been home and it’s usually in the bathroom.  The floor will be flooded with water, the bath mat is saturated, there’s […]

The Best Breakfast Pies and The Hairdresser

I might have mentioned Archie left boarding school with the highest number of detentions on record.  There were many different kinds of detentions, the worst of which were ‘Saturdays’.  ‘Saturdays’ went for three hours and prevented the student from doing what they’d really like to be doing like playing sport or having free-time or sleeping […]

Cat Fight on the Cat Walk

The formal drama is not over. Yes, I was blessed with a few days reprieve, four to be exact, but yesterday it started again. Just to refresh your memory, Arabella’s formal was last Thursday but that boy, Flynn, who has invited her to his formal, is cranking up the drama. Flynn is ‘just a friend’ […]

First Kiss Memories

I remember my first kiss very well and it doesn’t seem like it was all those years ago, it is a memory so vivid it is as if it was just the other day. I was in my early teens and I’d gone to New Zealand all by myself for a holiday.  It was a […]

Lamb Shanks with Gremolata and…Sprung!

I’m an early riser but that doesn’t mean I’m showered, dressed and looking glamorous by 9am.  No, sometimes I like to take my time and just progress with a few projects before attending to my personal appearance.  But I’m thinking I’m going to have to change tactics because too often I’m being sprung. A few […]

Alfie’s Day of Neglect

With Arabella turning my week into drama-central somehow I kind of forgot I have a third child.  And he’s only seven.  And by law he’s not allowed to bring himself up, he’s supposed to be supervised, parented even. After the night where following my dinner I had to eat a Middle Eastern three-course meal of […]

The Tailor’s Dress

On the day of the Formal Arabella woke to a phone call from the tailor advising that his daughter, who was going to deliver the dress to us, now couldn’t as she had been caught speeding through a 40km school zone and had her licence torn-up on the spot.  He asked if Arabella would prefer […]

Lost in Translation

Last night we gobbled down a creamy pasta that was a dinner request by Arabella for her boyfriend who is now the ex-boyfriend and goes by the title of  ‘special friend’.  Just after finishing our creamy pasta Arabella’s phone rang and it was The Tailor who was asking if we were on our way to […]