Posts Tagged: 25 years

25 years a mother? No way.

Have I learned anything from 25 years as a mother? I am writing this on Daughter #1’s 25th birthday. That must mean that I have been a parent for 25 years. But that can’t possibly be true, because in my head I’m still only 26. The last quarter century has zoomed by faster than a… Read more »

Reader, I married him…

Reader, 25 years ago today, I married him. And I can remember every tiny detail of our wedding. After a tiny wobble in the church vestry I walked up the aisle on my Dad’s arm to the sound of Vivaldi’s ‘Gloria’, and back down on Mr Marr’s arm to The Pet Shop Boys and ‘Go… Read more »