A Weekend With Mum

After a few weeks of stress, hurt and upset I knew there was only one place I wanted to be this weekend: my mum’s house. I somewhat selfishly left The Bloke to deal with the boxes and cats and was on the train as early as possible on Saturday morning. When I arrived I was greeted by her three mad dogs, a cupboard full of my favourite food, clean jammies and a duvet on the couch. Max, the mad springer spaniel, joined me…

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Despite being 31 years old I really needed her. She’s been a huge support and has waited on me hand and foot this weekend. She’s listened to me, comforted me when I’ve been a bit upset and offered some advice as to how to progress further. I ate her lovely home-cooked food, watched old films and slept lots…

She won’t read this as she doesn’t follow my blog, but I couldn’t possibly tell you how lucky I feel to have such a wonderful person as a parent.

I’m going to send her some flowers this week as a little thank you for looking after what has essentially been a snivelling mess… Let’s hope that this next week will be a little better!!