The amazingly talented writer and woman that is Anna over at Adventures of an Ageing Matron has tagged me in this little bit of fun. Having looked at the questions posed, it may not be such fun but here goes nothing.

When you look in the mirror what do you see?

An unkempt and overweight woman in frumpy clothing. Particular things that make me want to hide include my stomach area and my teeth neglected during the post-natal depression period. On the positive side, I have a good skin and I like my brown eyes.

If you could choose one motto/mantra to live by what would it be?

Make memories – they are the only things that last.

Which era would you command a time capsule to transport you to?

Either the Twenties as would love to do the Charleston in one of those flapper dresses. Also the Fifties when rock and roll was new, when women had a clearer idea of what was expected of them and when you could wear that New Look with the cinched in waist and huge skirts.

What was your childhood ambition and have you fulfilled it?

I wanted to be a barrister partly because I liked Crown Court on the telly and partly because my Dad had worked with lawyers as a policeman and in his insurance career. I liked the magenta ribbons on court files and quite fancied myself in a wig and gown. I particularly liked the idea of standing up and spouting and everyone having to listen to me. I saw myself as a Defence barrister preventing miscarriages of justice.

I did study Law at Cambridge University (my finest hour perhaps). I went to Law School but by then I knew that I had no interest in making the rich richer which seemed to be what most lawyers were about. Also, my Dad said I would need a private income to pursue such a career and as I thought my prospects in the sex industry were limited and the family silver has being filched years ago by my older brother, I decided to fight for fairness in the charity sector.

If the world were to end tomorrow where would you want to be and what would be on your apocalypse menu?

I may well be back in Cambridge as the love affair with the city has never ended. If overseas, it would be on a balcony in the Pyrenees or in the mountains of the Auvergne.

I like so much food so it is difficult to choose.

Breakfast – scrambled eggs and smoked salmon with Buck’s Fizz

Lunch – a prawn mayonnaise baguette and a crisp white wine

Afternoon tea – the works with cucumber sarnies and scones with home-made jam and clotted cream

Dinner – scallops, lamb and raspberries. Drinks might include rum and Cointreau on the rocks.

Cocktails – of course!

When did you last change your sheets?

There is nothing more likely to make me change them than knowing I have to blog about it.

Now I have to set 11 questions and tag 11 bloggers

1. Do you prefer to be indoors or outdoors?

2. Housework – love or loathe?

3. What item would you love to find for a £1 in the charity shop?

4. Who inspires you?

5. What song or piece of music cheers you up?

6. Which country would you most like to visit?

7. What makes you a good enough mum?

8. What is the best advice you ever received?

9. What would make you give up blogging?

10. Which celebrity do you wish could disappear from our television screens?

11. You have a magic lamp with 3 wishes that can come true. What are those wishes?

Tagging @AutismMumma @CupcakeMumma @Dragonsflypoppy @knackeredhwife @GertieandGinger @Glasgow_Mummy @Redpeffer @KimberleyJTyler @goriami @Usthreebythesea @VicWelton

The word came to me on the walk back from school. I see blossom and daffodils coming into bloom.

There is new life about. It is time to Spring into action.

After months of nothing but the bleak, our fortunes are turning.

There is a new job and a new place to discover for my husband initially and then the whole family at some point.

It will be a new life.

It took the support of lovely family members real and honorary to get us to this point. They needed to nurture us when we could not do that for ourselves. Online friends kept saying it would be OK when we feared the situation was terminal.

So my word of the week is REVIVAL.

Sharing the wonderful Eurythmics singing about just that – guaranteed to lift your mood.

Linking up with Word of the Week

The Reading Residence

She had to make the phone call from a public telephone box as she had told her parents she had left Matthew months ago.

She used the one outside the fish and chip shop on High Street. She remembered going to the sweet shop a couple of doors down from the chippy when she was a kid on her first outing without her parents. Her older cousin was trusted to take care of her and he did. She reflected how simple things were then and how complex they were now.

She was living a double life one with her boyfriend Matthew and another fake life on her own 200 miles from home that she had “sold” to her parents to reassure them that Matt was out of her life once and for all.

“Hello, it’s me” she said when he picked up the phone.

Even now, she was looking round furtively hoping nobody she knew passed by.

“Hi, how’s things?”

“Oh, you know. OK. Listen. I’ll be back next Wednesday”.

“I will have moved out by then.”

Heart pounding somehow knowing this moment was always inevitable and yet also feeling physical pain at the words.

“What do you mean?”

“Listen, I need to know how to put CDs in this new player”

“You just press down on the lid”

Sudden realisation.

“But we don’t have any CDs?”

“Lisa does”

And everything became very clear indeed.

She walked home trying to figure out if she could hide the heartbreak from her Dad. There was little chance of that and she felt so very alone.

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The phone call came just before setting off on the school run time. Alex nearly did not answer it as she found school runs enough of a torment every day without the censure of teachers and yummy mummies if she turned up late.

It was her Mum.

“I’ve got a question for you but I don’t know how you will feel about it. You can say no if you want to”

“What is it Mum?” asked Alex with her eye on the kitchen clock.

“Well, we were just wondering if we could come and spend Christmas with you this year?”

Lots of thoughts went through Alex’s mind in an instant. She would love her parents to come for Christmas. It was a long held dream but because her Mum was the ultimate control freak, she had never expected it to happen.

There were concerns about how her husband would feel about the idea along with abject panic at the thought of matching her Mum’s fantastic cookery.

“If Joel does not want us to come, just say so.”

“No, he will love it. It’s a great idea”

“We’ll only stop for Christmas Day and Boxing Day”

“You can stay as long as you like. Listen Mum, I’ve got to pick the kids up now”

“Alright love but remember what I said. If Joel does not want us there, we won’t be offended”.

Chuckling to herself at the idea of any rejection of her Mum not resulting in major offence, Alex ended the call.

What had brought about what in any other family would be a fairly normal request she did not know. She knew it was probably big but could not work it out.