This morning I wrote the good news that my husband is now officially cancer free (thank you Bowel Screening Programme). I saved my draft fully intending this to be the subject of the blog but at lunchtime I read one of the funniest and coolest pieces of prose I’ve read in ages and changed my … More Ode to Fredrik Backman
“The Operation” went so well that rather than the predicted five days in hospital recovering, he was home in two and a half. I couldn’t believe it. I’d been allowed to visit and only ever saw him in bed hugging a hottie so how the hell they thought he was good to go was beyond … More The Return to Normal
Bowel cancer invaded our lives just before Christmas. My husband took one of the stick tests sent out by the screening programme and was told he needed to have a colonoscopy. That happened in January and instead of being sent home to wait, we had a deputation appear and draw the curtain around the bed. … More Bowel Cancer
I know you’re no longer with us but I thought, just in case there is a whisp of you clinging to the rain I’d like to say thank you for writing your books. In my 67 years on this earth I have read a shed-load of books and though I discard the boring ones within … More Dear Wilbur
Yesterday I found myself hunting through boxes in a cupboard on top of a seldom used wardrobe looking for the wonderful list we made of our possessions when we shipped them back from the UK. It was quite a morning. First I tripped across London – re-learning the history of Brentford (Julius Caesar et al) … More Raking through old times
This week I was treated to a kids yoga class beaming in from the 7th floor of a Bangkok apartment. It was a Best British Bakeoff one which is so much fun I’m still thinking about the Paul Hollywood handshake pose! Before it began the phone had to be strategically placed to include both children. … More Facing the Future
We’re getting visitors tomorrow. I’d tell anyone else not to worry about what state their house was in – and for God’s sake don’t clean anything. But this is me, my mother’s daughter so I’ve cleaned for three days. One of those days I cleaned the handbasin and rubbed the spit marks off the bathroom … More The three day super clean
I’ve had a downer on Christmas this year. No kids, no tree and even the thought of trying to whip up enthusiasm for a lonely ‘slap-up’ meal for two-and-the-mother, has been hard to do. It’s no surprise to anyone that sending Christmas cards was not on my list. Then one day last week I received … More A little bit of Christmas
In the bustle of Christmas we tend to forget the important things. My children and grandchildren are safe and well. And a whole lot older than they were back then.
I wrote a FB post (Press Release style) in the hope that someone would take it up and pass it on. It saddens me that I will no longer have the freedom to visit my mother whenever I feel like it. Today I had a letter in my bag from my sister and was fresh … More Appointment to see my mother
Robyn Anderson 