Pennance

Posted by dulwichmum on Tue 29 July 2008

Motoring through the sweet little Irish country lanes in my gleaming Audi Q7 and daydreaming of a simpler life, I noticed a small executive style housing development tucked in on the outskirts of a small historic town, close to a perfect beach.  Musing to myself that one of these super spacious, high spec homes would cost a snip, and provide an ideal second home for my brood – the fact that one of the neighbours was running a home business suddenly caught my eye…  OHMYGOD!!!

Suddenly I am missing Dulwich (sigh)…

My mother Brenda has just returned to our sumptuous hotel, completely exhausted, from a three day retreat to do pennance in Lough Derg – her feet are filthy and she is almost hysterical with hunger (permitted to consume only black tea for three days)! She is being treated like a minor celebrity here in the hotel because of her purgatorial endurance.

When Brenda saw this photo she immediately poured scorn on me for criticising these people with their “innovative home business,” saying “it is easy to see that you do not give a care for those who work hard to put food in their little ones’ mouths – so long as they are not selling Colombian marching powder – I couldn’t care less what my neighbour did to make a living”.

OHMYGOD! Clearly she is beginning to believe her own publicity and lose the run of herself!

I have found the most amazing text in a local book shop! I laughed my socks off when I found it. I shall be reading it publicly in the hotel lobby for the remainder of my holiday…Toxic Parents – Overcoming their hurtful legacy and reclaiming your life, by Forward and Buck.

What a hoot!

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 Be careful what you wish for…

Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 24 July 2008

I have not been a very good blogger of late (sniff). I must admit that I am actually on a family holiday avec Brenda (my mother) and the munchkins – perfect James is away on business in The Bahamas.

We are in Ireland (Brenda’s spiritual home), staying at the most perfect hotel in Donegal (sigh). I am quite simply having a ball!

Instead of tending to my secret private blog, I have been indulging in fine wines, gentle exercise and luxury beauty treatments. Tonight I caught up with the newspapers, and read the sad tale of Ann Darwin and her six year jail sentence for assisting her husband to fake his death. How incredibly sad.

I wondered if she had in fact been initially convinced of his death, and later coerced into assisting him with the lie as she had claimed…

Brenda so enjoys reading the obituaries in the newspapers whilst listening to Daniel O’Donnell on her new Ipod Nano. I must admit that I too, find the “deaths” section of Irish newspapers particularly entertaining. For example;

Mr. Humpty O’Dumpty of Craggy Island (tragically) while on a pilgrimage in Lourdes (France) , beloved husband of Bridie O’Dumpty, father of Humpty Senior, James , Mathew, Mark, Luke, John-Paul, Edward, Patrick, Michael, Joseph, Brigit, Eileen, Mary, Maria, Josephine, Carmel, Teresa, Margaret, Rosaleen, Concepta and Imelda. Devoted grandfather to Crystal, Alexis, Pamela, Sue Ellen, Kylie, Charlton, Savannah, Rioja, Chablis, Beckham, Britney and Maisy, Mohmad and Olympia. Sadly missed by his loving family, daughters-in-law and sons-in-law, brothers and sisters. Funeral arrangements later.

We seldom ask for miracles,
But today one would do,
To have the front door open
And to see you walking through,
You gave us all you had to give,
Gifts both big and small,
But most of all you gave us love,
The greatest gift of all.

Can you imagine the one you love turning up on your door stop just as you were beginning to warm to the idea? OHMYGOD!

I think I may be drunk (hic)…

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