Several people have asked me to say something about my older daughter. I blogged about my younger one, and very occasionally mention her on Twitter or FB, but I tend not to shout about D1. There's a simple reason for this: she's not a public person and she's rightly cautious about info being "out there".
Anyway, here's all you are allowed to know about D1!
She lives in London. She has a fab job working for the Tate, an organisation she's followed and loved for years. She works in the Director's office, and has been there for a year now, after previously working for Burberry. She's incredibly knowledgable about art and design. And the latest thing she's been involved in is the launch of this - the Tate Tanks. Job well done!
She's gorgeous, relentlessly modest, and has a heart of gold. She is not at all crabbit!
Both my daughters are great friends. They share similarities - particularly in their honesty, integrity and care for other people - but they are also very different in lots of ways.
And I'm equally proud of both of them.
Here endeth the boast of a proud mum. With apologies.
I became known as the Crabbit Old Bat because of my honest advice about writing and publishing on another blog. But I've stopped all that and gone back to being a children's writer. HOORAY! So, welcome. Share the pleasure, the pain and the chocolate. But wipe your feet first.
Showing posts with label my family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my family. Show all posts
Saturday, 21 July 2012
Monday, 2 July 2012
Home foods from abroad
My younger daughter is returning home today after SIX months in various bits of Africa - SA, Mozambique, Malawi, Tanzania and Zanzibar. You saw her jump out of a plane a while back. That seems tame compared with what she's done since then and I'm sure she's shielded me from most of it.
The other day, I asked her to tell me what foods she's most wanting there to be in stock when she arrives.
She said:
The other day, I asked her to tell me what foods she's most wanting there to be in stock when she arrives.
She said:
kettle chips
dips - tzatziki, hummous etc
nice salad stuff
spring onions
yogurt
pickled onions
eggs
honey
orange juice - no bits
bagels
nice bread - good toastie bread, thick sliced etc
fish pie ingreds - maybe have this on monday night?
maybe some chocolate
I love that list!
What would be on your list?
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Of younger daughters
My younger daughter is in South Africa. She did not go there to do very silly things but to start her career as a documentary film-maker. The first very silly thing she did was go surfing on a beach with the red flag up.
"What does the red flag mean?" I asked, in my foolishness.
"Well, it's not as bad as the black flag. The black flag means there's a shark in the water."
"OK, so it's not as bad as that. That's good. What does the red flag mean?"
"A shark has been seen recently and basically everyone should get out."
"So, why didn't you?"
"Because the instructor said it was OK and, anyway, lots of other people were in the water."
"Do you have your instructor's phone number??? I would quite like it."
The second very silly thing she did was jump out of a plane. Well, I say "plane". Judging from her description and some of the photos I've seen, it was more biscuit tin without lid. But wings. Well, I say "wings"...
"Weren't you worried about that crappy plane?" I asked, in my foolishness.
"No, I had a parachute on."
?????????????
She's been fascinated by Africa for ages, and would love to end up making documentaries for a big charity there, perhaps an AIDS charity or focusing on women's health and education. She has been doing a work placement with a documentary film-making company in Cape Town, and learning masses. They asked her to stay a few more weeks, which she did, but last week she set off travelling, to soak up and learn more about Africa, taking in Mozambique, Malawi and Tanzania, including Zanzibar. On her own.
I don't think that's silly. I think it's brave. But I'm still worried.
"What does the red flag mean?" I asked, in my foolishness.
"Well, it's not as bad as the black flag. The black flag means there's a shark in the water."
"OK, so it's not as bad as that. That's good. What does the red flag mean?"
"A shark has been seen recently and basically everyone should get out."
"So, why didn't you?"
"Because the instructor said it was OK and, anyway, lots of other people were in the water."
"Do you have your instructor's phone number??? I would quite like it."
The second very silly thing she did was jump out of a plane. Well, I say "plane". Judging from her description and some of the photos I've seen, it was more biscuit tin without lid. But wings. Well, I say "wings"...
"Weren't you worried about that crappy plane?" I asked, in my foolishness.
"No, I had a parachute on."
?????????????
She's been fascinated by Africa for ages, and would love to end up making documentaries for a big charity there, perhaps an AIDS charity or focusing on women's health and education. She has been doing a work placement with a documentary film-making company in Cape Town, and learning masses. They asked her to stay a few more weeks, which she did, but last week she set off travelling, to soak up and learn more about Africa, taking in Mozambique, Malawi and Tanzania, including Zanzibar. On her own.
I don't think that's silly. I think it's brave. But I'm still worried.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Big news for me
Mr M started a new job today. That is a very big statement for me because he has spent the last few years working for the Royal Bank of Scotland. *stressed face*
I simply will not say what I feel about the RBS after seeing my husband try to do the best damn job possible for the last few years.
I wanted him to resign a long time ago. He carried on because he's dedicated to his job, his clients, his colleagues, and because he thought he could make it better. I am still angry about what happened.
Anyway, today he begins a new job, starting a new business but within an existing company, and a very good one it is, too. I expect him to be tired but empowered, emboldened but not embattled. And the new company is not a bank.
Something to crack open some sparkly stuff, methinks.
Cheers, Mr M, and massive good luck!
PS You are all invited to the Great Big Purple Blog-Warming Party on Friday evening. Do add yourself to the permanent guest list on the right - all welcome! And as part of that party I have chocolate to be won AND a lovely chance for you to do something I know you'd love to do...
I simply will not say what I feel about the RBS after seeing my husband try to do the best damn job possible for the last few years.
I wanted him to resign a long time ago. He carried on because he's dedicated to his job, his clients, his colleagues, and because he thought he could make it better. I am still angry about what happened.
Anyway, today he begins a new job, starting a new business but within an existing company, and a very good one it is, too. I expect him to be tired but empowered, emboldened but not embattled. And the new company is not a bank.
Something to crack open some sparkly stuff, methinks.
Cheers, Mr M, and massive good luck!
PS You are all invited to the Great Big Purple Blog-Warming Party on Friday evening. Do add yourself to the permanent guest list on the right - all welcome! And as part of that party I have chocolate to be won AND a lovely chance for you to do something I know you'd love to do...
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