Tag Archives: sons

Double-take

Posted on April 1, 2017 by Sue Vincent

So it’s eight o’clock on a morning and you’re perched on the end of the eldest son’s bed while the lazy toad has you wait on him hand and foot, discussing the merits of beard oil, the latest blog post … Continue reading →

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The Road Home – Bernadette #Writephoto

Posted on January 11, 2017 by Sue Vincent

GOLDEN DAWN I got the telephone call on a day that the whole country had been thrown into confusion.  Mom, please come get me.  I want to come home. The horror that hit the country caused all flights to be … Continue reading →

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Music to my ears

Posted on November 3, 2016 by Sue Vincent

“Come down at one,” said my son. “Make it eleven,” he said on the phone that evening. “As close to eight as you can,” said the text that woke me in the middle of the night. “Zzzz,” said my son … Continue reading →

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Melting point – #WQWWC

Posted on July 23, 2016 by Sue Vincent

It was already hot, only dawn and I’m melting The sun in the heavens is already pelting I want to crawl into the fridge to keep cool I am staying indoors, I am nobody’s fool. * But in that I … Continue reading →

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Being random – from the archives.

Posted on March 19, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Another from the archives… Nick in a box My sons, it must be said, are a creative pair. Not necessarily in a traditional sense. One could call it the deliberate and creative lunacy of opportunism, otherwise referred to as ‘being … Continue reading →

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The dishwashing debate

Posted on March 13, 2016 by Sue Vincent

I loaded up his dishwasher… it isn’t mine, you see, But every Friday morning piles of dishes wait for me. The night before sees lads at play, and men who like to dine The dishes are all theirs, of course, … Continue reading →

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Generations

Posted on March 7, 2016 by Sue Vincent

There are cards on the mantelpiece, pretty toiletries and flowers on the table and chocolates… well, some are still left in the box but you can’t expect miracles where chocolate is concerned. Yesterday was Mother’s Day in the UK. After … Continue reading →

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Laughter and cold comfort

Posted on February 22, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Home from the north once again, and reunited with the ball-chasing obsessive known as the small dog, I sit here freezing and waiting for the engineer to arrive. The gas heating apparently objected to whatever tripped the electricity – or … Continue reading →

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Blue Monday

Posted on January 19, 2016 by Sue Vincent

“I wish I’d had the camera… it’d have been well worth a video.” I could, at least, be grateful for small mercies. The chill seeped into my underwear. My son was almost doubled up laughing. And laughing… “What are the … Continue reading →

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Wheels

Posted on April 12, 2015 by Sue Vincent

“I’m going to buy a motorbike.” These few words are enough to strike terror into a parent’s heart. No matter how hard you have tried to let them be independent, no matter how much confidence you have in them, a … Continue reading →

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