So they say when you’re smiling, the whole world smiles with you.

I have so many reasons to be cheerful this week and they appear in no particular order.

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1. My husband and children collected me from BritMums Live. They were a bit late and I chatted to a Brewery member of staff who was having a cigarette break. Not like the old Kate at all. Interesting.

2. We called at a lovely country pub and the magic of the weekend continued. My 8 year old son get into conversation with one of the other customers who was clearly fascinated by him. “You have a very intelligent son” he told me. I thanked him in New Kate Style. Another customer chatted to us about Yorkshire. Then an elderly man whose birthday it was gave his birthday balloons to the children. It reminded us of an evening long ago when my toddler son held court with an archaeologist and held his own even though the guy was off the scale intelligence wise. Special evenings with that little bit of fairy dust about them.

3. I told a man he smelled nice. A stranger at that. New Kate style. Apparently it was Beckham. No not the bloke, the aftershave.

4. On Sunday we had a wonderful family day out at Portchester Castle. The childrne loved playing tour guide with their audio tapes giving them all the vital information. My husband and son climbed right to the top of the castle apparently with my 8 year old racing ahead whilst his poor Dad huffed and puffed. We treated to the children to a ride on horse and bow and arrow. They have had a year of having very little so I am trying to make it up to them now.

5. On Monday, my husband took the day off. We are of the view that the Monday after BritMums Live should be a Bank Holiday for all involved and their families. We had breakfast in a lovely town near us. I had Eggs Benedict for the very first time. Another virginity lost way too late. We had a wander round the shops and I finally changed my address with the bank. Then we went and packed a picnic up, collected the children and had a feast in the park. Happy days.

6. The children have enjoyed after-school club all week as I caught up with various things.

7. I have not cooked all week thanks to my husband. I am getting as bad as my late Mum who used to take Wimbledon fortnight off every year downing tools and doing nothing in terms of shopping, cooking or cleaning.

8. My teenager thanked me for some T-shirts I had bought him. More vitally he said he liked them which is great to hear as for a few years he has had zero interest in clothing.

9. My daughter continues to enjoy doing arts and crafts helped by a lovely package from Baker Ross

10. I am planning a little trip to France with my brother. My challenge is to find my passport!

11. I had magical moments at BritMums Live. Even my worst bits were amusing in their own way. I learned a lot and will be posting about that soon along with my lovely moments from the Saturday.

When you’re smiling, the whole world smiles with you so get smiling!

    How to talk to a girl about her period

    My daughter brought home a book on periods the other day. She read it cover to cover in one sitting,

    I remember my Mum buying me a book by Clare Rayner back in the day. I can’t remember reading it far too interested in Mallory Towers no doubt. I have always had a habit of avoiding the more troublesome aspects of life like periods and boys. Mum used to do her best sending me for her “nappies” out of the drawer even when I was very little. She was aware she was an older mum and so tried to be modern about matters like sex even suggesting I should go to the GP for the contraceptive pill on my 16th birthday. I remember being horrified at the idea and telling her so. I had no intention of having sex ever – if a knight turned up on a white horse, fair enough but otherwise no deal!

    I am working my way through the book on periods. Chatting to my husband, it turns out her knows far more about the mechanics of it all that I do. I remember being intrigued as to the state of my hymen when I was little. I seem to remember reading dire warnings that tree climbing could break it. I might not have wanted sex but I was quite the little tree-climber.

    How to do I feel as my little girl grows up?

    I can see her excitement at the idea of getting her period. I remember those days well and the conversations at school. “Have you started yet?” and all that.

    I was 13 when the milestone came along and for some reason I kept it secret even from my Mum initially. She sussed it and asked me outright. She then sent Dad off to get a cake “because your daughter has become a woman”. I have always been quite impressed by how she recognised it as a milestone to celebrate. After she died, I found out from my Auntie that Mum had telephoned all the family to let them know. My Auntie said she did it in a way “as if you were the only girl who had ever had a period”

    Like most girls I suppose, I started using sanitary pads and then moved onto tampons. My daughter has already whisked me off to the supermarket to buy sanitary pads so she is prepared. She even got a free tin to carry them in. Now that is progress!

    I know it is weird but I don’t like the idea of her using tampons. I remember Mum being the same with me.

    There is also that worry that growing up means getting hurt and me not being able to protect her from that. I don’t want to see my daughter in physical pain from periods. Worse, I don’t want her to have her heart broken by some idiot boy.

    Whatever I may think or feel, my daughter is growing up. Yesterday, a boy walked with us all the way home so he could stay with her chatting away. She was flirting telling him a pack of half-truths that made me and my son giggle. Anyone who knows me will know that it is most unlikely that my daughter would be a netball champion but out this line trotted yesterday to impress the boy.

    Ah well, at least when she starts there will be cake!

    I am a bit tired today after a bad night’s sleep and I think just generally from a tough year too. My mood is low when exhausted but that is one of the best times to celebrate my reasons to be cheerful. Yes, here are my happy thoughts of the week.

    1. We had a lovely meal out as a family for my husband’s birthday in a really lovely hotel/restaurant we found on first arriving in Hampshire. It has the most lovely food and has so much to look at inside in terms of art, quotations and so on. It is right up my street and not at all snotty which also helps.

    2. Both my son and daughter were named stars of the week at their new school. I am sure this is standard procedure for new kids but they deserve it for settling in so well and being so positive about the move. They are both working hard and making new friends.

    3. My teenage son has started at his new school which has great standards and is a place that I can see thriving in unlike the last school. He has chosen his options including acting, food technology and history which thrills me as all links back to his connection with his late grandmother. Little legacies. He also has a lot of mathematics, science, computing and business studies in the mix.

    4. We are getting the new house sorted bit by bit. I am finding it a depressingly slow process really as downsizing so much makes storing all our stuff a challenge. I have spent time today getting some bids in on Ebay on the things we need. Wish me luck.

    5. I am doing the school run and getting faster at it every day by a few minutes without trying. It just shows how you build up fitness levels so much once you actually do some exercise. In hot weather like yesterday, I take a picnic and have a break on a bench on the way home for good quality time chatting with the children.

    6. I take real pleasure every day in the lush green of the countryside just a couple of streets away from where we live. It feels my soul.

    7. I am looking forward to the weekend. It is our wedding anniversary and I plan to visit the big city by the sea and do some fun things along with practical stuff like haircuts for the children.

    8. I am reflecting on many things blogging and social media – this usually leads to good things so something else to smile about.

    A charmer of sorts

    Of no interest initially

    A birthday peck on the cheek

    And then he bought a raffle ticket

    Which made me look at him in a different way

    And he won

    So we went on a weekend break

    After a coffee date

    That I still don’t know why I agreed to

    Ignoring those who said he was sinister

    And then the big secret

    That shall not be named

    And then finding a birth certificate

    For his birthdate but not his name

    A worry

    Pretend it is not so

    He says all the right things

    And a gun – what is that about?

    All explained

    And I always was naive

    Following

    Drugs

    Believing

    Being let down

    Bashed in the nose

    Rape

    Or was it?

    Princess. Babe. Confusing romance.

    The runaway

    The theft

    The anguish

    The desperation

    The following

    The infidelity

    The wake-up call

    The end

    If you think the Widower could not happen to you

    Be afraid, be very afraid.

    My word of the week is separation.

    I am separated from my husband after 16 years of being together in good times and bad. There are pros and cons to this situation but it is a separation all the same.

    I am separated from my children not being up to date and down with the kids. I don’t understand the attraction of video games remotely and hate having to pretend I do. I remember my own Mum struggling to keep up with things like automatic washing machines and video recorders. So shoot us!

    I am separated from my parents through death. I know this applies to so many people but I don’t like it. Not one bit.

    I am separated from my college friends who all got fed up of me along the way. The one I do have was never a friend back in the day which shows just how odd life can be. Meanwhile I miss the others and want them back.

    My oldest school friend is living in Spain and I do not believe I will ever see her again.

    Today, I saw a photo of my birth family posted on Facebook. Can it be said right now that I am in my humble opinion the absolute spit of my maternal grandmother now deceased and never met? She never knew I existed. I feel that and then know that is not allowed when you are adopted. She had real grandchildren and I am a nothing.

    I am separated from what I think I was meant to be. I used to be good at things. I was seen as exceptionally bright. Now I spend my days hating school runs and the drudgery of housework. Where did I go? I am occasionally through blogging and other things shown glimpses of what I was meant to be but they are only glimpses and in some ways just taunt me showing me what I could have been and am not.

    I feel I live my life in a constant state of “This time next year I will be something” a bit like Del Boy and his “This time next year we will be millionaires”.

    There you go and upbeat post from Weighty Katie.