the year of entitlement…

I preferred it when it was the year of the dragon or even the rat. But sadly it seems that 2017 has been the year of entitlement and unlike the Chinese New Year calendar I don’t see it likely to rotate next year. Although early indications are, that 2018 will be the year of – all rights and no responsibilities. This does not fill me with joy as I look to leave this year and move into the next. I feel that I am again drowning in my own life. Only just managing to keep my nose above water. It … Continue reading the year of entitlement…

 to my three sons…

In the lead up to this year’s mothers’ day I have been contemplative. I naturally have thought of my ideal day- you know the usual: the house to myself while I lay on the couch under a crotchet blanket enjoying my new book club book and you guys evacuate our little house on the hill.  Will it happen? Maybe, maybe, not. Most of the mothers I know say that all they want is for their children to stop fighting for one day. Ok- let us not go AJ Magnay CRAZY here, I am a realist. I would settle if the … Continue reading  to my three sons…

I am funny…

I am no longer a virgin. This may have been a touch obvious – given that I have three sons and my name is not Mary. But it is official I am funny!!! I even have the certificate to prove it. What was my motivation to do a six-week comedy course? Initially it was to improve my writing. But to ‘write’ funny is a lot different to ‘talking’ funny. The process of getting your material for a routine I found was not that different from writing. It’s about observing  your world and telling it from your viewpoint. I enjoyed the … Continue reading I am funny…

Only thirteen years…

I do, I do, I do. No, I am not bursting into ABBA (although I have been known to do so). These are the two little words I said to my best friend thirteen years ago today. It is this July that I will have known him half of my life. Twenty years is a long time to know a person. There’s that joke (I have never found funny)- usually told by a man that has had a very good woman do everything for him “Thirteen years- you’d get less for armed robbery” Then he bursts into a laugh so … Continue reading Only thirteen years…