I am really thrilled for and proud of my sons

Give them the keys to their own house and suddenly I have three Laurence Llewelyn Bowens on my hands.

They got the keys for their house in Clungunford late Thursday afternoon, Friday morning they were down there with paint, rollers, music and beer and began their marathon session.




Thursday afternoon the front room looked like this.







But by Saturday afternoon it looked so much better. They've completely painted the front room, the hall and stairs and put a coat of paint over a 'feature' wall in two bedrooms.





I am thrilled for them, they have a new home to share and to start living their own lives and working together they have achieved so much. The big move will actually happen next weekend and then I shall start making ratatouille.

Be happy Chris, Dan and Robz, I am proud of you, I love you and I wish you all the happiness in the world.

Changes

Wow what a difference!

Last week Clunbury Hill looked like this. I had workman laying a garden path, stripped to the waist, drinking copious amounts of water and tea and getting sunburnt.


This week is looks completely different. It's covered in snow and I doubt if the workman would be stripped to the waist today, it's cold, windy and wet.

Changes are part of life, some we make of our own free will and others we have choice over but just have accept.

In the next few weeks there will be major changes for my family. My three sons are leaving home, moving out en masse. And although I've spent years moaning about them and at them, we've also spent years laughing together and I shall miss them. They're only going down the road and will sharing a house but they won't be coming home in the evening after work. I shall miss Chris and his Wendy - isms as he calls them. Wendy is a woman he works with that he often quite amusing by what she says.

I shall miss Dan, talking to me, before he opens the front door, talking about his day, what he's done to which caravan and who said what.

And Robz, he comes in and talks about his supervisor who he can't stand and also he moans about the price of petrol, seeing as now he's got his own car.

But I've been an always there Mum for nearly twenty nine years and it's time we all moved on and my sons have the space and freedom to live their lives and as I said to Robz last night, when he moaned about me always worrying, what I don't know about I can't worry about.

I do wish them well and I hope they'll make the best of the opportunity they've got and hey maybe one day, at least one of them might make me a grandmother - I'm feeling a bit left out, most of my friends are grandparents.

For me too, there is going to be change. I shall have to get used to the silence but it also means that I have to make my own life too.

One of the changes I'm making is I'm going back to Wrekin Writers. I was talking to someone briefly the other week and they made me realise that I'd make a serious error of judgement in leaving and I'm going to put that right. I have always missed the group and I know that I have to say sorry to the committee for leaving the way I did and for causing them all unnecessary work and hassle but I will do that willingly. This isn't a backward step, it is part of moving forward and putting my life in order and who knows what is around the corner.

Weird

During November I took part in the Nanowrimo Challenge (and completed it) to write 50,000 words of a novel. However, I did sort of cheat because I didn't have a plot because I already knew the outline and the story is a fictionalised version and my interpretation of my Nana's life.

I did post about her but I had objections from members of the family so I removed the post but that's immaterial now, although, those who know me will understand I wasn't happy about it.

Anyway in telling this story I introduced characters I had no idea about but to me, they fitted. But the weird thing is, I was talking to a family member who I haven't spoken to since I was a child and one of the characters I introduced actually almost fitted the sort person she'd heard about who played an important part in my Nana's life.

Now I'm not a psychic in any way, my door jamb has more sensitivity than me but it got me thinking and I feel it also confirmed this story has to be told. My Nana lived a life. She was an amazingly strong and courageous woman, yet in her life time she was scorned for what she did and how she lived. If she was a young woman today society wouldn't think twice about how she lived or what she did.

Now, maybe through my story, my lovely Nana will finally be accepted. I hope so.

Lydbury North Writers

Wow what a fantastic evening. Seven of us gathered in a room at the back of the Powis Arms in Lydbury North and shared writing, did on the spot writing and all to the sounds of a jam session going on in the bar.

I'm really looking forward to next month's meeting but in the meantime in two weeks time, there is another jam session taking place and I've got the loan of a guitar. I haven't played in years but I'm determined to give it my best shot.

There is still a lot of bad things going on in my life but I think to rise above it, I need to start living a life again and doing things just for me. Tonight is just a start.

Oh and the writing - well....

On the spot writing tonight one title was vision.

Here goes

‘I spy with my little eye.’

The voice said from the back of the car

‘Are we nearly there yet Mum?’

‘No, we’ve not got far.’

‘I said I spy with my little eye’

‘Shut your gob us Chris.’

‘Don’t speak to me like that Dan.’

‘Mum, Rob wants a piss.’

‘Chris is taking up too much room

There’s hardly any room for me.’

‘Will you lot stop the fighting

‘Cos I need a large G and T.’

These memories are now a thing of the past

Because now I have it sort

If they don’t drive or ride a bike

I make the buggers walk.

Kindlised my computer

Dangerous I know but what a relief. Now I can read reference books, how to books etc, without having to move from my computer. I can type exercises out without worrying about balancing book and machine or trying to read my handwriting as it gets progressively worse.

Freedom!!!!!!

One happy bunny

Nana's Nano

I have written 18036 words in three days.

Why?

The old adage write about what you know and what you don't - make up.

I would do a longer post but the paws are burning, the eyes are stinging and my bed it's a calling.

One very tired but extremely chuffed writer signing off.

Night night. x

Here's a thought

Tracy Emin displayed an unmade bed complete with dirty underwear, fag butts, stained sheets and booze bottles not to mention dirty knickers the idea being to display her insecurities and imperfections en par with the rest of the world.

This was accepted by the critics.

So if I decide (bearing in mind I've signed up to nanowrimo at have said I'll write 50,000 words during November) to write the word f**k 49,000 times and punctuate it with things like 'the car won't start, I stood in dog s**t, I split my coffee all over the new cleaned rug and ended it with my ex sexually abused my son, beat me up put in me in hospital and made my kids sit in freezing cold room' would that also be considered a literary work of art.

Or would people prefer to read a story?