Tuesday 5 June: Leaving It Behind
It’s all right everyone, you can look again. The grief fest is over for another year so it’s time to draw a line under that for now and try to move on. Except I’m feeling a bit stuck after an unexpected attack from one of my visitors this week.
Now, gather round because I’m about to tell you a secret. Come right in, that’s it. Do you see that woman on the right? Yes her, piggy eyes and dodgy hair. Well, I’m afraid that’s not the real me. The thing is, if I posted a photo of what I actually looked like there’d be fly-buttons popping all over cyberspace and Suffolkmum would look, well frankly, rather ordinary.
Hmn. I can see that you’re not convinced. Hang on a minute whilst I adjust my slinky pencil skirt and make myself comfortable. Ah, that’s better! Oh wait, I’ll just kick off my very high and very pointy stiletto shoes too. These buttons will have to be done-up even if it means that no one gets the dubious benefit of my fake leopard-skin push-up bra.
Nope, it’s not fooling anyone, is it? All right, hands up, the middle-aged mumsy person over there is me, happily minding my own business and trying not to rub anyone up the wrong way. However, I now gather, from a telling conversation raised when everyone else was safely out of earshot, that I am something of a femme fatale who single-handedly destroyed two marriages thirteen years ago. My response, rather measured in the circumstances I thought, was to advise walking in my shoes before making a judgement on my morals and principles.
I’ve tried to shrug it off because the people involved know what really happened then so there’s no need for me to tell my story here. Everyone came out the other side; the adults are all happily remarried, the children grew up to be high-achievers making their way successfully in the world. And thankfully the most important people to me in this equation, my lovely daughters, don’t think I’m an evil person. As Lily said to me when she heard how upset I was, ‘We were there, Mum, and we know that’s not true.’
Wednesday 6 June: Hair Today
Ho hum. On a more frivolous note, it’s hair decision time again. The longer and wavier my hair gets the more Tom loves it and the more I hate it. I don’t even recognise myself anymore because I’m morphing into Brian May. I’ve been going along with Tom because I’ve been telling myself I’ll do something with my hair once I get a decision on my book. But at this rate I’ll look like one of those folks who periodically appear after being lost in the jungle for years. I’ll probably have the beard as well. Oh well, at least the men in the village will be safe.
Hwyl fawr!
It’s all right everyone, you can look again. The grief fest is over for another year so it’s time to draw a line under that for now and try to move on. Except I’m feeling a bit stuck after an unexpected attack from one of my visitors this week.
Now, gather round because I’m about to tell you a secret. Come right in, that’s it. Do you see that woman on the right? Yes her, piggy eyes and dodgy hair. Well, I’m afraid that’s not the real me. The thing is, if I posted a photo of what I actually looked like there’d be fly-buttons popping all over cyberspace and Suffolkmum would look, well frankly, rather ordinary.
Hmn. I can see that you’re not convinced. Hang on a minute whilst I adjust my slinky pencil skirt and make myself comfortable. Ah, that’s better! Oh wait, I’ll just kick off my very high and very pointy stiletto shoes too. These buttons will have to be done-up even if it means that no one gets the dubious benefit of my fake leopard-skin push-up bra.
Nope, it’s not fooling anyone, is it? All right, hands up, the middle-aged mumsy person over there is me, happily minding my own business and trying not to rub anyone up the wrong way. However, I now gather, from a telling conversation raised when everyone else was safely out of earshot, that I am something of a femme fatale who single-handedly destroyed two marriages thirteen years ago. My response, rather measured in the circumstances I thought, was to advise walking in my shoes before making a judgement on my morals and principles.
I’ve tried to shrug it off because the people involved know what really happened then so there’s no need for me to tell my story here. Everyone came out the other side; the adults are all happily remarried, the children grew up to be high-achievers making their way successfully in the world. And thankfully the most important people to me in this equation, my lovely daughters, don’t think I’m an evil person. As Lily said to me when she heard how upset I was, ‘We were there, Mum, and we know that’s not true.’
Wednesday 6 June: Hair Today
Ho hum. On a more frivolous note, it’s hair decision time again. The longer and wavier my hair gets the more Tom loves it and the more I hate it. I don’t even recognise myself anymore because I’m morphing into Brian May. I’ve been going along with Tom because I’ve been telling myself I’ll do something with my hair once I get a decision on my book. But at this rate I’ll look like one of those folks who periodically appear after being lost in the jungle for years. I’ll probably have the beard as well. Oh well, at least the men in the village will be safe.
Hwyl fawr!
The painting is 'Cathedral Interior' by Tom Tomos.
Comments
You look lovely and try and take no notice of the barbed comments! But I know I would too, it is awful when people make unfair comments or judgments and especially when they don't know the full circumstances!
All I can say that is your kids are now old enough to know that whatever happened, it was the best thing for all of you for them to have 2 happy parents. And they sound like they have come to terms with it all and haven't got a problem, so sod what outsiders think!
Sometimes S**T happens. But you only get one life...
You enjoy it m'dear, with your lovely family.
warm wishes
xx
Ps if that is you looking mumsy and middel aged then I look like a geriatric ragbag...
I popped over here to thank you for your comments (with which I absolutely agree.)
Now I want to read all your blogs, but right absolutely now, I have to get myself together to get to the shop.
I will be back to visit soon.
Both pics are just lovely.
Caitx
1) That's a perfectly fine picture of a very attractive woman
2) I think that when people say mean things about you that they are revealing more about themselves than about you.
3) You are a very good writer, from evidence on this blog site
4)If you want a fake leopard bra, just treat yourself to it girl!!!
Been there, done that, got the husband. Yep, I too have, accordingly to legend, led rather a "hot" life. Some 23 years ago I became a 3rd wife - he was my first husband - but the scandal. All done and dusted - but, perhaps not!! Perhaps they are still talking - oh I do hope so.
My mum will have been gone some 2 years on the 18th of June - this year has seemed far harder than last for some reason. She caught MRSA in hospital and died from it.
My thoughts are with you now. love mousie
Jealousy indeed too.....
My uncle currently is battleing with the same cancer, absolutely dreadful.
I know the Princess Alice Hospice well, used to be just down the road from there.
Re: this blog:
As you say only you know the whole story and it's not right to spread aspersions.
You look pretty good to me.
Thanks for the comments on my blogs
Apologies, just catching up with your blogs, thank you for leaving messages on mine. Your photo shows a very attractive woman, and you are a talented writer. How horrid that you have had such rude comments said about you, dont it let it worry you, it is them that has a problem.
Camilla.xx