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Archive for September, 2011

The British obsession with sunshine

For the past few days we’ve been enjoying some unusually warm weather for this time of the year. So in true British fashion the masses were out catching some rays of sun. It always amazes me just how people are transformed during these warm spells they seem to defrost from their stony faces and unfriendly ways. Everybody seems to have something to say albeit that it’s just a repetition of the weather forecast. I must admit I am guilty of falling into this weather trap constantly. It’s rather amusing though whenever the temperature spikes it is almost always measured in fahrenheit!

I love the sunshine there is something about it that makes me feel alive. I find myself wanting to sing, laugh and fall in love all over again. So people all across England are gearing themselves up for a super sunny weekend. I look forward to the next few days being filled with fast food, fizzy drinks and way too much bottled water because this is the British way!

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The truth about blogging

Having written over one hundred posts I now find myself being challenged daily and feeling weary. I read an amazing post by another blogger and was extremely encouraged. Since deciding to blog about my experiences as a mother and foreigner living in the united Kingdom. I’ve tried to give readers a glimpse of my everyday experiences. The reward for hard work is more hard work. I have no aspirations of becoming the next J.K.Rowling but I do have intentions of giving it the best that I’ve got. Though there are no obvious rewards at the moment I have decided that I’m in it for the long run.

Blogging is by no means an easy task but it is attainable. My biggest critic is my husband and he is really tough which often leads to stand offs. Hats off to him though he keeps my page fresh and genuinely has good ideas. So as I continue to slave at my computer and dig deep for fresh ideas I hope to inspire other novices to put pen to paper and flex their creative muscle. I look forward to turning out many more posts and hopefully entertaining people who take the time to read my blog.


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I remember the absolute excitement when I joined the biggest online community that connected you with friends around the globe. The joy of finding long-lost friends just kept me coming back for more. They find you or you find them and it takes about a day to catch up with all you’ve missed out on. After being totally thrilled to make contact you come to the stark realisation that you now have very little in common with your contacts. There are cases of course where you ignite old flames of friendship and it progresses steadily.

It’s crazy to think that thirty years ago visiting neighbours unannounced, calls to landlines and getting the daily newspaper was the order of the day. These days most conversations seem to take place online and via instant messaging services. In my opinion tone and intent are often lost in translation leading to many misunderstandings. Nothing beats a good old-fashioned person to person conversation. There is no substitute for human contact-yet!


Sunday morning rain is falling

Just woke up to find it’s wet and overcast! The thing about Sunday to me anyway is that it should be sunny and bright. That may be too much to ask on an island where rain is but a second away. A girl can dream can’t she? So instead of the day conjuring up visions of fun and relaxation it now has me feeling dull and lacking enthusiasm.

I guess if today is considered a day of rest the best way to achieve it is to have the kind of weather that forces you to take it easy. As for me I shall take the bull by the horns and enjoy the new day and perhaps I’ll be rewarded with sunshine!


Far from the madding crowd

Having three young children means that I should have some kind of routine but sadly this is not the case. When I became a mother I decided that I would raise my children my own way. Being traditional has never been my way!  This was relatively easy while I was the only one responsible for raising and teaching them many different things about life and my husband doing his share which always seems to be all things fun.  The time has now come when two of my daughters are in school and are exposed to many different ideas both positive and negative. It is of course a very scary time for me as apparent. I’ve now realised that I can no longer control what they are exposed to.

The weekend is upon us again and it’s my chance to give my girls a bit of the freedom they lose every time they go to school. The weekend in my opinion is a time for a serious lack of structure, time to eat all the food that is banned from their packed lunches and wearing mismatched clothes. It is a world far from the school gate, reading mat, maths board and assembly hall. It may only be two days but it certainly makes a difference to their little lives and mine.


Pushing an elephant up the stairs

It was over six years ago that I stood pregnant in the falling rain enjoying the 2005 REM tour of South Africa. It was a case of love and devotion to my husband that I was willing to suffer. That live concert more than made up for the inconveniences I was enduring. Magic!

I can’t remember when it was that I first heard the music of REM but I know for a fact that my husbands fascination with the band and his impressive cd collection had something to do with it. It wasn’t long before I had my favourite songs.

Today after thirty-one years of making amazing music the band has decided to throw in the towel. I suppose it’s better to call it a day when people are expecting more from you than listening to calls to end your music. Hopefully they have thought very carefully about their decision because come backs are so overrated.

So as the news of the split sinks in I guess it’s a case of everybody hurts! I have no doubt their music will be around for a very long time.


Soul Food

I spent a good part of my morning searching for a shop the size of a container after I was informed by a fellow African that they stocked South African goods. So I set off to find this paradise  already dreaming of the treasure I’d come home with. Sadly it was not the case it seemed other immigrants beat me to the stockpile. I left there feeling quite cheated and with a miserly bottle of peanut butter and a packet of biscuits. I’m still quite shocked to think that there was nothing available that made me want to blow a hole in my pocket just for a taste of home.

At any rate the promise of a shipment this week has renewed my hope that perhaps something will grab my attention. However if it is not the case I shall continue to go on enjoying all the amazing food that Britain has to offer. The truth is there are just no substitutes for certain tastes from home. My husband tells me I should immerse myself in all that is on offer here instead of trying to exist in both worlds. Perhaps he has a point the last thing my family need is me following a shipment.

I don’t think for a minute that I won’t long for the familiar things of home. I do realise though that I can get by without them.


Operation preparation

So it’s Sunday night and I’m getting ready for bed. When I wake up it will most definitely be Monday. It might seem quite obvious to most but when I wake up I’ll be in a race to sort out a whole lot of stuff I would’ve done the night before.

I have no idea why I find planning for the next day so foreign. I’ll have to blame it on being a bit too relaxed up until the point where I realise I didn’t hear the alarm. Then all hell breaks loose and I start wishing I had done just a little bit.

In many countries around the world there are moms and even dads sorting out school uniforms, book bags, PE kits and many other things needed for the start of a new week. Why can’t I just follow their example? I enjoy the challenge of taking on the clock and winning. I must admit though that the clock always seems to have the upper hand. Damn that snooze button!


S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y

I love Saturday’s it’s the only day in the week that I get to choose what I want to do. Today was fantastic the way I would live my life if I was allowed to.

The ultimate sporting couch potato day. I knew I was kind of losing the plot when I found myself screaming at the telly. The kind of behaviour I’ve always mocked my father for. It’s weird how you can sit in your house and experience a flood of emotions over an event that has no value on your life. Unless of course you’re a punter!

So as my extreme lazy day comes to a close I want to give a big shout out to the South African and Irish lads for an entertaining morning of world cup rugby.
To Arsenal football club sadly your performance was the weakest link on an otherwise perfect day.

Goodbye Saturday until the next time!


Show me the funny

So glad the weekend has rolled in. While I adore being a mother there are days I wish I could send my girls on an extended holiday to their grandparents. Of course that will never happen I’d miss them far too much.

We have now reached the point in our home where all of my children want to mark their territory. This means that the noise level has trebled in my house. Having had children a little later in life I sometimes feel that my age makes me a little grumpy. The truth is I’m not sure that anybody likes to feel like they’ve woken up in a war zone.

This morning was typically a war zone. I knew it was going to be a frantic Friday when I started the morning with complaints about breakfast, uniforms and lunch boxes. Oh man I hate feeling out of control and playing catch up. When we finally left for the school run there were many threats and consequences laid out. I hate it when I blurt out consequences because I cannot go back on my word-ever! My poor kids left for school knowing their regular Friday movie slot had been erased.

I had the whole day to find my happy place but for some reason I just carried around this crazy morning feeling. My solution was a double bill of “Everybody loves Raymond” It never fails to deliver. Glad to have reached the end of the day. Bring on my Super Saturday!