The Funerals We Miss – This Emigrant’s Lament And A Fond Memories Of My Gran

Scottish Beaches-text2It’s going to be a slow and quiet day in the household today, well, for me at least.

You can’t stop the bairns being boisterous, even on a sad day. One of the many beauties of children.

Today a funeral is being held for our dear grandad and father-in-law Jim, in Ellon in the north east of Scotland. Our Intn’l Man of Mystery is there, saying goodbye to his dad.

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How To Cope When You’re Just Not Coping

Jeez, don’t ask me!!

Actually and seriously, I do have something to say on the subject of not coping, an area I have plenty of experience in.

This post is brought to you by all the people who’ve ever said to me and other mums of kids with additional needs kids/twins, triplets and more/ FIFO husbands/babies and toddlets etc etc

‘I don’t know how you cope?’

We don’t!!

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Scottish Stories – Sunshine + Rain, Laughter + Tears

Sunshine Rain-5Typical Scottish April weather we’ve been having here. Maybe a wee bit nippier than usual.

There’s sunshine when it’s raining, then lowering grey skies, then wee blue patches. Always changeable, very breezy.

You need to be prepared for all possibilities, and go nowhere without a waterproof, a hat, scarf and gloves.

Life’s like that too, isn’t it?  Changeable.

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Scottish Stories – A Muddy Walk To See The Lambs

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So it struck me as we walked along this muddy farm track, that my wee lass has never really spent much time in mud.

What fun she’s missed!

A lovely cousin of mine has a house that was originally an old farm steading. We visited one day and went for a walk to see the lambs.

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Scottish Stories – The Knitting Knapper Strikes Again

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It was all Minnie The Minx’s idea. She’d seen some knitting needles in a shop and was keen to have a go.

AND we were heading to Scotland. Minnie is left-handed and so is my big sister.

‘Aunty Mairi can teach you to knit!’ I said. I like that passing-the-buck school of mothering, don’t you?

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