Tag Archives: mum
David Bowie: Keeping Schtum About Cancer
This post can also be read at the Huffington Post UK… *** Well. That was a week of very sad news. David Bowie. Alan Rickman. Dead. Cancer. Aged 69. Like many … Continue reading
Beating Your Inner Bridezilla (or How To Control the Weather From Beyond the Grave)
I was determined to be a laid back bride. An easy going wedding planner. It was one of my major worries about getting married. You see. I am very easily … Continue reading
My “Big Day”: My Mother’s Funeral
The day before my Mum’s funeral I went and did the food shopping. A few people offered to come with me. But I had it covered. It didn’t even occur … Continue reading
A Mother’s Love
When I was really small…. One of my earliest memories. An Irish traveller came to the front door. Selling chamois leathers and little bunches of heather wrapped in tin foil. … Continue reading
Death & Online Dating
I’m back. Back from getting hitched and honeymooning. I’m now an honest woman. And I have a piece of paper to prove it. *** The whole wedding caboodle was wonderful. … Continue reading
Three Years and Counting…
Remember me? I’ve not been round these parts for a while. I know. I’m sorry. Tsk. Start a blog. Invite people to subscribe. Then leave them in the lurch… Downright … Continue reading
Ready Steady Book!
5, 4, 3, 2, 1… THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO! Booking is now open for the stage adaptation of my blog, Funny Matters… CLICK HERE for the online box office & all show info … Continue reading
Break-up. Breakdown. Breakthrough
The 25th of October 2011. I remember it well. It was my Mum and step-dad David’s 25th wedding anniversary. I wanted to make a fuss of her. Of them. After … Continue reading
The C Words: Couples Counselling
Anyone ever done couples counselling? I have. Now. I’m going to give you a free tip here. Just one of my regular pearls of wisdom. Here it is: Couples counselling … Continue reading
Change Management & Battenberg Cake
Hello stranger. Sorry you’ve not seen much of me ’round these parts. Funny Matters has had somewhat of an unplanned hiatus. A mini-break if you like. I guess I … Continue reading
Finding the Positive
Wow….What can I say? You’ve overwhelmed me. I was blown away by all the wonderful comments and messages you lot – out there – sent me in response to my … Continue reading
The Grandchild She’d Never Meet….
When I was clearing out my Mum’s clothes. A few weeks back. I found a bag of her knitting. Unfinished. What she’d been making before she’d died. Maybe not so … Continue reading
Bitter-Sweet Charity
This post is a follow-on from my last one – Confessions of a Dysfunctional Daughter. So if you haven’t already read it. It’s probably a good idea to do that … Continue reading
Confessions of a Dysfunctional Daughter
Warning: Segue coming up. I repeat. Segue coming up Yes. I know. It was only last month that I was on here bleating. About how sorry I was. For going … Continue reading
An Unexpected Inheritance
I’ve always considered myself to be quite a shy person. I know this might cause guffaws from some. Those who know me. But it’s true. Meeting new people. Joining groups. … Continue reading
Going Ape With Mum
Right. Enough is enough. Stop with the distractions. I went off the beaten track for a few weeks there. Didn’t I? Got caught up in the bright lights. Of hospice … Continue reading
Sport, Grief & Clare Balding
Anyone see last week’s opening ceremony for the Glasgow Commonwealth Games? I did. And it got me thinking about the last time we all went a bit sporting gaga. Cast … Continue reading
Picture Perfect…?
So you may remember. A few weeks ago. I was getting all stressy. About those articles I’d been asked to write. The hospice ones. Well. Turned out I’d got it … Continue reading
Hospice: The ‘H’ Word
You may have seen me on my Facebook page this week frothing at the mouth with excitement and honour at my hospice article being published in the acclaimed www.ehospice.com! If not, … Continue reading
Two Years On…
Today is 14th of July 2014. Bastille Day. The anniversary of the beginning of the French revolution. The storming of the Bastille. For me though, it’s something far more significant. … Continue reading
My Can Of Worms
Last week I was approached by two different organisations to write about my positive hospice experience. Hmm. Positive. Somehow it feels peculiar to use that word. In the context of … Continue reading
My Mum Doctorate
I’m one of those people doctors love to hate. A researcher. Oh come on. Who doesn’t love a good research? <Tumbleweed> When I go and see the doctor. Chances are … Continue reading
The Marian Keyes Effect
I’ve finally done it! I’ve managed to write a short post. Well. You do deserve a reprieve Truthfully though. It’s not the post I’d planned. Gone slightly off-piste today. I know. … Continue reading
My Mum The Chemo Bandit
What is it with doctors’ surgeries? They’re full of people with infectious illnesses. Not ideal for hypochondriacs, I bet. They probably leave the doctors convinced they’ve contracted everything under the … Continue reading
How I Became A Compulsive Liar
My name’s Angela. And I’m a curtain-twitcher Well. A recovering one You see. I come from a long line of curtain-twitchers (see last post). You could say it’s an hereditary … Continue reading
How Are You?
How are you? Seems like a simple question. Three words. Uncomplicated Or is it? When you to say to someone ‘how are you?’ What do you expect back? The standard … Continue reading
Hatfield & The North
Hatfield. The childhood abode of Elizabeth I. The birthplace of the Mosquito fighter bomber. Most famous for? The Hatfield train crash, of course. For me. It just happened to be where … Continue reading