A different life

I popped to my pregnant 20 year old daughters home yesterday and noticed a photo of us in her bedroom 

The photo was taken 16 ish years ago and one I couldn’t remember being taken .  Although I could see it was me, I didn’t look or feel it was me.

It’s odd how as you age, you are still internally you,  yet your body changes, clothes change, hair changes. .but your essence rarely changes 

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I did it!

“What did you do? “I hear you ask 

OK. ..wait for it. ..Yes, that’s right, I changed my name on Facebook! 

I was given the name debra jane aldous , when I was born.  I never really liked it, it didn’t seem to fit me. 

In school, I played around with asking friends to call me cool  (well, I thought so at 5!) Names like DJ or just my middle name Jane, they all lasted about 3 hours 

Fast forward many many many many years, numerous surname changes due to marriages and divorces.  My first name is still the same,  until last year my youngest daughter suddenly said, “mum, you don’t look like a Debbie “, “What do I look like? “I asked,  she thought for a moment, “Autumn ” she replied. 

I loved it and why not.  Over the last year I have played around with the name,  spoke to various people including my mum and she wasnt surprised.  But then again she has always said nothing I do shocks her anymore. ..

So the biggest,  boldest move so far. .a change on Facebook has been made.  

There was once a young girl…

Way, way back in the ancient history of time.  Well, ok the late 60s  a little girl was born.

She didn’t have any brothers or sisters, but she did have a younger cousin who acted like her sister 

Sometimes they got on,  sometimes this younger cousins made the little girl cross and being a little girl she wasn’t always nice to the younger girl but they always made up in the end 

They made plans and pacts to always be there for each other. ..but life happened and pulled them apart.  But thanks to Facebook they never totally lost contact and they both remember the pact they made when they were just two little girls

The Best Swing Ever 

Today, I arrived in Dublin for a short break with my son.

We had a few hours to kill before checking into our hotel and came across Trinity College . To my surprise it’s a huge tourist attraction, full of guided tours and every inch being explored by tourists 
Then I spied a sign pointing to a science gallery, I love these type of things and this little gallery didn’t let me down.  It was full of things to do,  push, pull etc all resulting in noise. 

Now, call me a big kid but they had swings that when you sat on them and used  them to swing they made noises. ..oh yes, I was swinging on a swing that played music. ..it’s the small things that make you happy and I loved this …

RIP Scooby Doo

6 years ago Scooby Doo died 

No I don’t mean the cartoon dog, I mean the family dog that was named after the cartoon dog.  My young daughter who was two at the time wanted a dog, so we got a family dog…Scooby Doo. 

She was a lovely dog, so scared of water, she walked around puddles, she wad happiest when she was carrying  everything around in her mouth and also she was incredibly maternal.  On one occasion, she had a puppy who was born dead, we buried the pup in the garden.  Not long after,  Scooby had dug the puppy up and was trying to lick the pup alive. 

Scooby also gave birth to Buddha, the wonderful dog we still have. ..and so I guess
 a little bit of Scooby is still alive and happy 

Big News 

Yes, today I have heard big news. ..no huge news.  On a world wide scale it’s tiny news. 

“What’s the news? ” I hear you ask 

I am going to be a nanny, my very first grandchild is on the way.  Today my youngest daughter Elle,  phoned me to announce in excited delight that she is pregnant. 

What a funny world it is, I have four children and it’s my youngest that is pregnant first 

Where’s that? 

I have lived in the West Midlands for over 20 years, when my children were young I was a member of the Nation Trust and we explored all the local manors and attractions they had.  

But I have never heard of   Wightwick Manor  and it’s only in Wolverhampton. ..where has this little gem been hiding? 

Yesterday my daughter and I added it to our radar and took a look,  it lovely.  A huge manor in delightful gardens and incredibly welcoming with croquet in the gardens, billiards in the home and lots of interactive stuff to become involved with

You see. ..it’s not just children who like to play 😉

A conversation 30 Years From Now

I am 80 years old and I am talking to my great grandson, ” yes my dear boy, mobile phone battery life really didn’t last all day.  We had to charge our laptops, ipads and mobiles on daily basis. ..sometimes twice a day. 

I remember one year when I went camping in had to take a battery charging unit with me, it was like a small black heavy brick, just to give me 3 days worth of charge to use my mobile phone. ”

Grandson, “what’s a mobile phone?!”

The Lambeth Walk

8 years ago, my son turned 15 and we went to London for the day to visit the imperial war museum. 

It was a lovely day and the weather was  perfect. To my delight to get to the museum we entered Lambeth. ….
.to my sons horror I obviously started to do the ,”Lambeth Walk” singing and dancing.  No matter how hard I tried he wouldn’t join me.

15 year boys really can be stick in the muds 😉😉