Minus One and All of the Love

Today, the biggest one, Monkey Boy, set off on a slightly-longer-than-two-week “school excursion” to Germany and Austria. It was also supposed to include a short stint in Paris, but a small, extremely loud, radical, fanatical minority put a stop to that. Anyhoo, the last many months have been filled with…

The Measure of a Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love, I have come to realise, is measured in unexpected ways. It is, of course, in the unequivocal way in which she will intuitively protect her child. It is not, as we have more recently been led to believe, in the baking and creating of lunchbox fare with…

A relaxing, holiday sort of day

Decide to do something holiday-y today and off we head to the river for a spot of bbq lunch and fishing. Within minutes – actually, I think it was seconds – of us setting up, Chippie throws a tantrum because his grandfather removed a cigarette butt from his mouth and…

A Dash of Mother's Love in everything

There we are, Godzilla and I, preparing dinner. “I don’t like that!” he tells me, before he’s even seen what we are having or asking what it is. Followed by “What are you making for dinner?” Hrmmmm. “Curried sausages.” “I don’t like that.” I know, I know. You never have,…