What do you say about someone on the wrong side of her fifties, with two amazing children in their twenties, a fab new husband in his sixties, who has left a lifetime of living in London to move to darkest Devon where it rains a lot and owls hoot in the garden and the tortoise looks after himself – except, maybe, “probably bonkers” – but happily so. But having moved on a couple of years this is me now:
I am now on the right side of my sixties, blimey how did that happen, still have two gorgeous children in their twenties, and a not-so-new-now extraordinary husband – we had our 6th wedding anniversary just the other week. We still live in Devon, but my heart still lives in London. Here’s what I miss: streets that are lit up by street-lamps at night time, red buses, Uber taxis (except that they are now spreading to other cities, yay!), rainy pavements, fab shops and museums, and above all my children and my friends. Here’s what I love about Devon: Exmoor, the beach, owls, the silence and my new Devon friends, of course.
Here you will find out about my rather chaotic family life, the ups and down of being what is referred to a part of the sandwich generation, simultaneously trying to keep an eye on my elderly mother and be on hand to look after the littlies whenever called upon by my step-son and beautiful daughter-in-law. Not forgetting my own two children who don’t actually need that much looking after any more. This is about our travels, my friends, and lots of other nonsense.