My husband is a good sort and does his best to do the right thing. We went away for the weekend and I stayed on an extra few days. I gave him a bag of washing to take home, not expecting him to wash it.Arriving back, I noticed the radiators were full of washing, even… Continue reading A Good Man, Really!
By Karen J MossmanIn an issue of Writing New, Lizzie Enfield wrote under Writing Exercises, 'What's In A Name.' So this got me thinking about my own. Years ago I asked my parents why they chose my name for me and was told that Kathleen, my mother's name in Danish is Karen and Karen in… Continue reading Names are Important
When I was two years old, my mum fostered two boys called Norman and Paul Rhodes, When Dad got a job in the Manchester police force, we had to leave them behind with my grandparents. This is them in the gardens of the house called Woodcoate, in Oswestry, Shropshire. They were beautiful blonde haired boys… Continue reading Foster Children
When my son lived at home, he was extremely forgetful. Even today, he suffers with remembering things. I found this entry in an old diary and it me wonder if he had a hole at the side of his head where sense falls out. On Saturday morning I asked Ian to put a small table… Continue reading I Despair!
By Karen J Mossman We all love a good wedding and I like to give the bride and groom something different for their special day. Back in 2002 one of the popular crossing stitching magazines produced a wedding sampler. It was simple, but effective and I loved the colours. As a result, I've stitched it… Continue reading Don’t You Love A Wedding!
The Tams - Hey Girl Don't Bother Me played on the radio this morning and it took me back to 1972 and a boy called Steve Crane. He was one of those cool guys that people looked up to and knew very little about. He was too old for me at 17. He lived three… Continue reading Songs Take You to The Past to Relive Again
From 2010 The other day I came home from work with a headache. As my husband and I were going out to our favourite Indian restaurant and I didn't have to cook tea, I thought I would go to bed for an hour. In the bathroom, I reached into the medicine cupboard, grabbed two headache… Continue reading Some Trip!
2009 How I wish I could go back to 2009 and visit my mum, who died the following year. My diary says: 'Yesterday I was on my way to visit my mum, who lives 15 miles away and also to see my new nephew. So in preparation, I went to Asda and bought some things… Continue reading Duh!
by Karen J Mossman Yesterday my daughter gave birth to my third grandson and her fourth child. We are absolutely thrilled with the arrival of 7lb 14 oz Jack. Mother and baby are doing fine and she is making the most of her stay in the hospital for cuddles with her newborn before the mayhem… Continue reading I’m a Granny again!
By Karen J Mossman Originally written in 2009 from a now-defunct blog. I read in the Daily Mail how the government will issue everyone with a slop bucket for collecting foodstuff that is normally thrown in the bin. What a load of tosh. (Says I in 2009. Food waste buckets is something we've had for… Continue reading Slop Buckets