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So long summer….

Well summer didn’t exactly break it to us gently it was going to leave did it ? One day we were there wandering about in the sunshine could barely remember what a coat was then just like that – back to school , sun vanishes , hello Autumn!!

Autumn usually is my favourite time of year . I love the colours of the leaves and the chill in the air but this year I just really enjoyed all the warm weather we were spoilt with and I’m sad to see it go.

To cheer myself up I decided to think about what I’m looking forward to about the rest of the year…

Comfort Food

Summer was fab but I have to admit to not exactly serving Michelin starred dinners . Cold meats , salads and new potatoes were a staple . Oh and picnics (letting the kids eat sandwiches outside !)

This though is slow cooker season!! Stews and dumplings , pies and big , hearty carb heavy dinners ! Yum!

Cosy jumpers

Although I generally get the autumn/winter look wrong I bloody love a jumper !! I love even more a big jumper dress a la Tiffany in the 80’s (Ah look being fashionable has always deserted me ) jumper dress with a thick black tights assist and I’m happy as Larry -whoever he was . Wonder what he was so happy about. I’ll Google that !

Seasonal festivities

I’ve never been a Halloween fan but small girl loves it so I kind of get swept up in it and am much more willing to make an effort with it these days and dress up ,find a party to go to , do Halloween crafts .

I have to admit I do usually leave Bonfire Night to small girl’s daddy. If there’s an amazing upside to parenting separately it’s that you can pass on the stuff you don’t like doing .

I’m not going to mention the C word just yet ….but come on I’m no Grinch that’s Def something to look forward to.

Hull Fair

This is a bit of niche one I guess for those of you who aren’t from Hull.

We have a huge huge fair for a week in October.

I’ve not been to the fair since I left Hull but I am determined to get there this year. I’m pretty sure it’s a nostalgia thing from when you are little and I should probably keep it there rather than go and end up underwhelmed but any excuse to wander about eating patties and brandy snap sounds good to me!!!

Doctor Who

Actually hang on it’s a bit more exciting than that…


Aaarrggh!!!Soooooo excited !!!!

Ok , so yes Doctor Who .

The Doctor is a woman …but not only that …

She is a Yorkshire woman…not only that…

She’s Jodie Whittaker.

I can’t wait to see how this brand new era on my favourite TV show pans out.

Alongside that Doctor Who is the only show that we will all of us come and sit and watch together and watch in real time . That’s really special .

So I guess as lovely as skipping about in summer dresses bare legged and eating al fresco was . I have to admit . A big Sunday roast followed by getting into fluffy PJs and watching Doctor Who does hold a huge appeal .

* Who’s Larry and why is he so happy ??
It originates from a boxer called Larry Foley in the 1890s, before boxing was fully legalised. He won the biggest prize of about $150,000 and a newspaper article in New Zealand had the headline “Happy As Larry” and the phrase stuck.

We’re all stories in the end….

Today would have been my dad’s birthday. I’ll probably talk about him more than usual to the kids today. Tell stories of when their auntie and I were little , re-tell some of his terrible jokes.

I wrote a post here a few years back now about how my parents are fairytale like to my children. This can be a lovely thing. Over years I guess and with each telling stories are embellished,not wholly accurate details are added and stories and tales we tell about my parents probably aren’t an absolute true reflection of events.

This picture here I remember that day ,my brother and his wife had brought us Easter eggs , the one in my hand was a buttons one and I remember my mam saying how we had too much chocolate and we had to just have a bit . I remember the feel of that bloody awful sofa and itchy cardigan.

I think that’s probably the comfort of time passing ,the pain of grief lessens and chatting about people no longer here keeps their memory alive and in our thoughts.

That said , sometimes even time can play little tricks on your mind. Last week I was at the shops and I noticed some Christmas stock in the sale. It was sets of kids crockery : a plate , bowl and mug that when you stacked up made up a snowman. I had a total nostalgia flashback of a similar set I had as a kid. An immediate thought flickered into my head “I’ll have to ask my mam about that” 

Where the hell did that come from??My mum died nearly 19 years ago!!!

Maybe that’s what the story telling does? Keeps them in mind to the point odd things like that happen.
Freaked me out a little bit I can tell you.

All these thoughts of the stories we tell got me thinking.

I wonder what my children will tell about me in years to come. To their partners,their children,their grandchildren??

What memories will they share of their childhood?
Scary thought!!

I can imagine one of them trying to cajole THEIR child into their uniform for school against a protest of whinges and telling them to think themselves lucky as once their mum took them to school on inset day!

Or cooking dinner for their family recounting the time I made pie but forgot to put greaseproof paper under the baking beads resulting in a baking bead encrusted pie base….yum!!

Will our board game Friday’s get a mention??

The fact I make the best chilli known to man?!

Which days out will be remembered?

Which bits of birthday and Christmas traditions we have now will be passed on to take place in their own homes 20 years from now?

The thing is , as modern parents, there is so much pressure to be #makingmemories of us #livingourbestlife full of #preciousfamilytime and being oh so permanently #blessed . I’ve a feeling though that all our contrived memory making won’t quite pan out (annoyingly) It’ll be the little details ,the almost missed moments that are remembered and taken to heart by the little ones . The disasters and blooper reels of our family lives that are reminisced and laughed about.

There are probably events and memories that my parents would have expected to be high up in things to tell the kids about that I never have.

I barely remember any specific presents I got for Christmas (bar my Big Yellow Teapot – that was awesome!)What I do remember though is that on Christmas Day we used to pile into our parents bed and drink tea before going downstairs to open presents , my dad taking fairy steps to drive us nuts with anticipation.

I’ve no huge memories of days out but I do remember the day we all walked all the way to Hornsea (and back) my sister and I whining and wailing all the way home – I tell that story a lot! 

I don’t remember my poor mam cooking tea day in day out so much as I do my dad’s Sunday Dinner , on the table for us when we got in from our grandma’s ,eating it with the rugby on the radio in the background. 

Really I guess when we’re no longer around all we are are the stories other people tell about us . To me that feels quite powerful. 

To quote The Doctor (anywhere I can shoehorn in a Doctor Who reference the better but it’s actually apt here) 

“We’re all stories in the end .

Let’s make it a good one eh?”

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