Summer Twirling! Another story from Ruth… Ruth was alone. She was relaxing in a deckchair in the garden and savouring her solitude. She gave a sigh of pure pleasure and stretched out her legs, focusing for a moment … Continue reading
Ruth and Sam felt sluggish. The summer had disappeared and warm weekends pottering in the garden seemed a distant memory. They were halfway through their Friday night bottle of wine, feeling like two sloths on a sofa, when Sam made a suggestion that shocked his wife… Continue reading
“Mummy! Shouldn’t we be getting up now?”
“Hmm? Sarah… Go back to bed, it’s the middle of the night!”
“But you said that we had to get up while it was still dark! You said that we had to get to the airport! Mummy, wake up!!!”
Sam was a loving but haphazard father. He adored his three children but lacked the mindreading expertise of his wife, Ruth. He also fell short of the required organizational, culinary and disciplinary skills.
His own childhood had been very traditional. His mother did the day-to-day child rearing duties and his father was left with the fun bits and the discipline bits. He managed to combine the two remarkably well and Sam idolized him. He aspired to being a parent like his dad but 21st century expectations of fatherhood were very different and far more complicated than they used to be.
Another story from Ruth to remind you that the sun does occasionally shine… Never Bounce Topless on a Trampoline The Day was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The children were at school, Ruth had the day off work and the sun was … Continue reading
The crisp white sheet of lined paper taunted Ben as it lay menacingly on the desk in front of him. First pages of new notepads delighted his mother and his little sister but not Ben. To them they represented the … Continue reading
Ruth’s memories of her grandmother were punctuated by the smell of Yardley’s ‘Lily of the Valley’ perfume. Continue reading
It was everywhere you looked. It was in everything. It was dangerous, it was evil and it had to be removed on a permanent basis. This seemed to be the message for 2015. Sugar was the devil in disguise. This … Continue reading
The answer is no, Ben, categorically no! You’re not old enough anyway. You have to be eighteen to get a tattoo… Continue reading
Happy New Year everyone! Some of you may know that I write a monthly short story about a character called Ruth and I thought you might like to read about some of her new year resolutions. What are yours? Continue reading