The old fogey parents are ready to move house.

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I’ve been perusing the estate agents windows, again. I have always loved looking at what’s for sale but recently i’ve found myself looking with different eyes. I’m ready to make the move to downsize and so is the husband but having had a baby at 40 is hampering our plan.

Our now 14 year old boy loves where we live, family houses with a park at the bottom of the street and LOADS OF KIDS!

So am I being unfair?

We want the village down the road, a smaller house (easier to clean) with a cute flowery garden, in the vicinity of the canal. No i’m not 70, but I am ready for something different.

The downside of our present house is the garden, what was a haven for a small boy and friends playing football in a safe environment is now a nightmare of giant teens, battered fences, broken features and headless flowers.

They all congregate at our house, and I love them, but the sound of a football hitting a window at speed can make you jump from your seat, some of these kids play for ‘real’ football  teams and they can kick a fair distance.

So what do we do?

Our boy will start college in two years, the college is closer to where we want to be.  I suppose the fair thing would be to hold out a little longer, hope our windows survive, and just keep an eye on the estate agents window.

10 reasons for Uni (and they’re all about me)

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As a 14 year old my son is always out and about with friends, the older he’s getting the further he’s going, even though he’s a sensible kid I worry myself sick wondering if he’s ok.

Yes, I know that sounds stupid, especially as we have a 26 year old coaching football in America and I don’t worry about him (too much).

So as he gets older and is going to be attending concerts, clubs and festivals I’ve decided he should go to Uni for my sanity, i’m planning to try the ‘out of sight out of mind’ tack and won’t have to:

1. Wonder where he is.

2. Wonder what time he’s coming in.

3. Have to buy a million snacks a week.

4. Have to answer the door 20 times a day.

5. Manoeuvre around an obstacle course of long legs in the sitting room.

6. Notice that he hasn’t yet done his homework.

7. Have him relying on us parents. as he gains confidence and independence,

8. See him drunk!

9. Wonder where he is. (again)

10. Wonder what time he’s coming in. (again)

I think he’ll have more freedom, but will I feel any better?

What do you think, will my plan work?

Don’t send flowers, I don’t mind.

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We’re in the middle of funeral arrangements, when I say middle I don’t mean organising them I mean actually in the middle of what’s being arranged by others.

Let me explain….

30 years ago my husband got divorced, 20 years ago they lost their 17 year old daughter.

Now his ex-wife has died and her (now) husband wants her to be buried with her daughter.   This is where we come in, having the grave deeds etc, and it’s not an issue it’s right that they should be together again.

My husband will go to the funeral, so will his Mum and probably one Sister and it will be sad. As much as she was the ex-wife, I met her & she was a lovely person.

But this has made me think about funerals….

My husband wants to be buried with his daughter and that’s ok with me.

I don’t want any of that, I want a cardboard casket, cremation, scattered ashes on the garden.

I don’t want a grave where someone feels obliged to visit or tend.

I don’t want a funeral full of people I have not seen for 20 years saying “wasn’t she funny” and all that cr*p.

I don’t want a service of readings or anything said about me, because what’s the point.

I don’t need you to say goodbye, unless you only saw me the week before.

I know funerals are personal and everyone believes & wants different things, but unless you’re still part of that persons life, isn’t it just a bit fake.

What do you think?

Are you more like my friend who has made me vow to ensure Don’t stop me now by Queen is played as the curtains close on her cremation.

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