Girls Just Wanna Have Fun....

I am a mother...I adore being so, I am over 40, and that is pretty good at the moment but that is not the whole of me! I am also a woman. WHY???? Do my family think I should retire gracefully and never look at another man?

I had a 'Date' on Wednesday night with a gorgeous guy. I had met him for lunch a couple of weeks ago. Mr Hotelier was everything I wanted. Good looking, fun, a great conversationalist and a decent musician.

I arranged to meet him at his Hotel (right on the beach) and said I would find my own way as, unlike most women, I could map read. I had, had a bit of an early morning, having fun with The Princess Angelina and we enjoyed making cookies and home made chicken nuggets. I treated myself to a little siesta and prepared myself carefully for 'said date'.

I drove into Newquay and as time was short, had memorised the map, rather than printing it. I suppose I got within half a mile of his place and then became a victim of the Newquay one way system. I phoned him and he laughed at me, saying he would come and collect me. I was obviously a bit miffed at this and said I was not lost, just temporarily misplaced....fighting talk!

Whilst waiting for him my daughter rang me.

"Joshy wants to come home", she said.

My son had been staying with Ma and Pa over the school half term. Bloody typical, the one night that his mother wants to go out....etc...etc... Do children have a sixth sense about these things? As I was speaking to the daughter, Mr H arrives and opens my car door, asking if I am okay and what would I like to drink....perfect gentleman poise!

I, at this stage am thinking 'Dios Mios', do I actually have a private life?

My daughter then says (gleefully) "You are on a date aren't you Ma?" No point in denying it really! I drove behind Mr H for about three minutes and we arrived at his Hotel. He opens my car door, pulls my suitcase out and gives me a guided tour, showing me into a lovely room.

Mobile rings and it is The Mother Ship, it has taken the Daughter precisely three minutes to rat on me! I am so fed up!! Grrrr....

Right! She says...I am so not going to apologise for this! I had a wonderful evening......

NOTE ALL CHILDREN OF MINE AND OTHERS THAT ARE EASILY OFFENDED MAY LOOK AWAY NOW!

He was utterly beautiful and such a gentleman. We went out for a couple of drinks. talked and talked. Had lots of flirty fun together.

I enjoyed him, he enjoyed me and we did not sleep that night, just spending time giving pleasure to each other. We had a lot of hot fun and I will see him again. He is such a gorgeous man....and we were cool together the next morning.

By the way I did not abandon The Git, I managed to pick him up at the station (albeit with wobbly legs) and he had had a great time but missed his 'Ma'!

Perhaps I am not such a bad Mother.....

I do have a life beyond my children, I am a person as well as a parent.

Have fun out there.

Muse x

It's That Old Devil Called Love Again......

Back to the subject of St Valentine's Day. I was born a Romantic and have always thought I would live my life as one but as I walk through life I realise things are not always that simple.

As I said, Mr S and I were having our usual conversation/debate/him telling me to shut up/me shouting to get my point across...thing...phew! One point we both agreed on, was that Valentines day is now only defined by a disgusting commercial greed. Why???? Do you need one day of the year to appreciate and be loving with your partner of choice?

Note.... I have not Googled anything to do with St Valentines Day so this is from the heart, oh and pieces of the conversation between Mr S and I. I think, at one point, St Valentines Day was masked in fun and intrigue. A way of telling someone you were interested in them, expressing your intention (lewd or romantic) within an anonymous card. A thrill of excitement as you tried to fathom who the card, flowers, beautiful set of underwear was from, ummm yeah had a few myself! The terrific feeling as bouquets arrived in your office, envious eyes looking on. Sorry to be a Bah! Humbug but apparently florists sales are 50% down this year because the day falls on a Sunday. Hmmm...think of all those Mistresses, Secretaries etc... that are disappointed on this day.

St Valentines Day means nothing to the masses. Just a trip into town to buy a cheap bouquet, an awful tacky card. I drove into Truro today, the city was full of people clutching flowers, hearts and huge cards. They were of all ages, young, older, middle aged etc... What struck me was the amount of guys wandering around with frowns on their foreheads, with, complete confusion in their eyes as they viewed the huge displays of forlorn flowers and soppy sycophantic cards. I felt rather sorry for them and wanted to shout, for gods sake ignore the lot of it. Cook her dinner and kiss her softly...it will mean so much more. Oh and tell her every day that you appreciate her, not just this day...as it will mean nothing.

This leads me neatly onto the 'I Love You' thing. It is not a difficult equation to get ladies...Love x Lust x Attraction x Respect x Give and Take = I Love You, S'agapo, Je T'aime, T'amo, Aloha Au Ia'oe.....

I do not believe in couples that say 'I Love You' to each other every day. It is just going through the motions. A passion, fire, respect, lust, truth, intimacy, enjoyment and delight of each other is the one and only truth.

Good night all you Lovers out there I am off to watch 9 and a half weeks......

Be Naughty

Muse x

You've Got That Look Again.....

Mr S and I were having one of our long conversations the other day. The subject rearing its impossibly complicated head was St Valentines Day. I was going to explore the subject of just 'who' St Valentine was but I am pretty sure that Mr S will do that true justice on his next blog. My thoughts are far more fleeting and romantic.

I suppose I was always a romantic, with a great love of poetry, especially Byron....nasty man that he was, he still managed to make my young heart soar with his words. And so...alas, a great fan of the romantic poets, I am a little lost and a bit of a cynic about the whole thing.

Let us go back a bit.... As a young woman, I was full of foot stamping tantrums unless I received the requisite amount of flowers/suitably soppy cards. All that changed on the 14th of February 1985 when a beautiful little girl called Sian came into my life. I was 21 years old and my daughter had the audacity and cheek to be born on St Valentines Day. What a wonderful day it was. She was polite enough to make her appearance before breakfast so that by lunchtime I had the requisite amount of flowers/suitably soppy cards! Happy Birthday my Gorgeous 25 year old girl!

My father wanted to call her Valentina, I refused, wanting to give her a Welsh name. Sian has grown into a strong independent woman, who I am so proud of. Not all of this is my own work, my mum and dad have been a huge force in her life. Thanks Ma and Pa, you did a great job. I will sign off now and explore more under this Blog as this is for Sian.

We love you Nin!

All my Love Mum xxx

Magic Carpet Days

Mr S, explored his early memories in his blog this week and I decided it was time to get off my bum and explore mine. I heard a song, by Ocean Colour Scene on Alex Lester's show two weeks ago (hence the title) and I had this idea for a Blog. The Git watches something called 'The Witches of Waverley Place' on Disney. It is a sickly sweet tale of kids with a moral to every story. A bit like the Famous Five I suppose...sounding grumpy now but how I wish.... The Git read as much as I did at that age. I had already been through all of Enid Blyton. C.S Lewis and J.R.R Tolkien. I finally started on Daphne Du Maurier in my 11th year. The Git was 12 on Sunday. I think his thing is technical books and not fiction. By the way my Beautiful Welsh Witch of a Grandmother lived in Waverley Place on the Island of Jersey. Funny That!

So, this Blog is about The Most 10 Wonderful Moments in my life.

My 10 Magic Carpet Days were thus....

(Erm... note Children's Births, etc... do not count...).

10. My dad putting me on his back (I was five) and swimming out to the reef in Famagusta, teaching me to snorkel and showing me the delights of the underwater world.

9. Being in Secondary school in Taunton (I hated it) and my mum soothing and supporting me and making sure I had a wonderful, warm, welcoming home.

8. Terribly excited at my Dads posting to Cyprus. Travelling home from Jersey with Dad and both of us packing up the house as it was short notice,

7. My first crush...not sure if it was Marc Tyley, Dutch Van Spall or James Brudenell!

6. Being a natural at waterski-ing and spending wonderful days at The Club. The smell of petrol as we got the boats out at 04.30. Gaining my Boat master qualification, teaching others to enjoy the blast. My first time on the slalom course, looking good and having so much fun.

5. Arriving in London. Finding a job at The Hilton and the fantastic social life that went with it. Dancing on a table at 'Witchety's on Ken High Street at 4 in the morning. Spending the whole weekend out with friends.

4. Flying into ASI. Meeting old friends and new. Climbing 30 feet up to The Maersk from a Rib. Re-fuelling a Tri-Star with the engines still running. Bar room brawling, running down Green Mountain, attending The Queens Birthday at The Residency, with 'Land of Hope and Glory' playing on the lawn.

3. Going to Spain to live there for a over a year and dragging 3 lovely kids with me and managing to speak the language. Yeah I was good at Spanish, but Spain wasn't the place for me. I am much happier with the Greeks.

2. Managing to keep The Git in Mainstream School. It has been a tough one but despite going through four Primary Schools in two years, we got there. Thank you Robartes!

1. Meeting lots of like minded people from my school days in September 2009 and having a wonderful time...thank you FB. Re-Connecting with our past is a huge thing, we were so nomadic and I adore being in touch with all of you.

It was difficult to pick these moments in time. There are many more in my life and many more to experience. Life is good. Be positive and embrace it.

O' The Mouth of Babes....

Forgive me for being out of touch but I have had a few hiccups on The Git front. Suffice to say, I don't feel like talking about it!

I had a lovely lunch on Monday with an Hotel owner from Newquay. We were right on the cliffs in a lovely restaurant, overlooking the bay. Drinks beside an open fire, good company and a fun, flirty lunch followed, with fine food and lots of smiles. I will definitely see him again.

I picked The Git up from school, along with his two little mates, Dan and Ryan.

"You look nice mum" said The Git, "Where have you been"

"I've been to Newquay for a lunch date", I replied.

The Git turned to his mates in the back and explained, with some authority, that his mother goes on dates with men she 'collects' on the Internet. I narrowly avoided running down a lollipop lady at that point.

"Actually darling, I had lunch with a very nice man, who lives in Newquay but I don't 'collect' people, that is just wrong" I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

Voice from the back pipes up....

"Did you snog him", said Dan

"Erm, yes I gave him a kiss" (Now trying to keep car in straight line).

"No, did you snog him mum?", said The Git.

"Did you do tongues?" said Ryan.

Deep breath. "There is nothing wrong with a kiss." I sniffed, frostily.

"Ah yes", said Ryan, "We did sex education last week".

Foot on brake, I pulled over. Gathered my thoughts and tried to call their bluff.

"Oh yes" I said, imperiously, "so what follows kissing?"

"FOREPLAY" they all shouted delightedly.

Beetroot red, I pulled away and changed the subject.

Moral of story, NEVER tangle with three 11 year old boys.....

The Bed Habits of a Hibernating Muse.

I was talking to Number One son on the phone today and looking for the TV remote (obviously TV is only tuned into news channel) in the space that is my king size bed. I love my bed, it is my safe space and I spend a lot of time there, musing, writing, talking to myself , eating, reading, raging, crying, laughing and yakking on the phone. Oh I nearly forgot the sleeping and sex bit...how did I manage that?!!

'Stop muttering Ma, it can't be that hard to find' said Number One son.

'Erm...actually it is, there is everything in here apart from a man' I replied.

I imagined him raising his eyes to the ceiling until I listed the contents of my bed.

1. Two Sunday papers complete with magazines (I have an awful Sunday paper habit).
2. Jelly tots, marshmallows, pink smarties and mints, carefully stashed under pillow.
3. Empty bottle of lucozade, half full Evian bottle.
4. Three phones, two mobiles and a cordless landline.
5 Three remotes, one Digi box, one TV and one DVD player.
6. Tissues and make-up bag
7. Three paper backs. Greek travel book, Dictionary and South American travel book.
8. Six Pillows, two cushions, duvet.
9. Electric Blanket
10.One unmentionable item!

See! I have a little trouble finding things. Obviously I dig, said contents, out every day and adore sweet smelling clean bed linen. My mother is responsible for my 'sniffing pillow cases' habit. She came over the other day and said, in her best Hyacinth voice, ' Shall I change your bed darling'. I was a little taken aback as I had just changed it the day before. (note, also sleeping alone)!

I think The Git understands more than most of us. He has an inordinate sense of smell and when my lovely daughter laundered a couple of his skate boarding T-Shirts, he said they smelled funny and could I wash them. Similarly, when my mother washes his shirts he eulogises over the smell. Why? As my mother and daughter use the same stuff?? Hmmm...one of the mysteries of life.

I had a bit of a 'longing' yesterday. I had not seen my older children and grandaugher for a couple of weeks. This was mainly due to the 'shoe and evian water carrier' misbehaving. I had a terrible pang and wanted to kiss them all.

I got into the shoe carrier and threatened it until it started. Joshy got in with his skate board and was very pleased that mummy (how lovely, I am still a mummy....just) was driving him to Truro.

Shoe carrier (under a death threat) did not misbehave and I encountered a welcome commitee that consisted of beautiful, tired daughter and Miss Angelina, in jamas, tutu, sunglasses and Princess high heels. Lots of kisses followed and a joyous short time. Parking is difficult and my heroic dad had driven up from Falmouth to pick Joshy up.

We had perhaps 15 minutes together and Josh went off with Dad. I tracked down number one son. James was just on shift at The Prince William, where he works one night a week. I asked one of the bar maids if James was on shift.

'Who are you' she asked
'His Ma' I replied
'Nah, you are too young' she said.....big smile on my face!

She called James and he was a little stunned but happy to see me.

'Oh you smell famliar James'...me
'You do too Ma'...him

We were both wearing Georgio Armani. I was so happy to give him a hug. I miss him sometimes but happy he is an independant person and living his own life.

As I left, a few of the girls shouted, goodnight James' Ma.

NICE x

Rolling Up My Sleeves !

Right!, she says rolling up her sleeves! As many of you regular readers know, I have been struggling with the Blogging of late and had a conversation with Mr S about it the other day. He told me that Donut Child was great but that I was still scared to Blog in a more emotive way as I know who is reading it. He set me a challenge. He asked me to Blog honestly and to email it to him, before publishing, for his opinion. I have been Musing about the conversation for the last couple of days and have decided, bugger it! I am soooo... not doing that, in fact I am going to Blog 'honestly' about how I perceive him, publish it and be damned. If he wants me to write full on then he must deal with the consequences. Challenge on, here I go....

I met Mr S on the 4th of October last year. Previous to that we had been talking via MSN and phone as our first contact was on an Internet dating site. We met at a country pub and had a meal together. He was so different to any of the guys I had met and I did not know quite how to act with him. In fact if I am honest, I was pretty nervous around him and I usually only act like that around guys I really fancy. Consequently, I had too much to drink and he was unbelievably patient with me. The next morning he woke me and asked if I wanted anything to eat. What struck me was that he didn't just go down for breakfast and leave it at that, he came back up, ruffled my hair and offered to bring me breakfast in bed. He slowly revealed himself as a very caring individual.

We spent a couple of hours talking and I got my train home. At that moment in time I did not realise that I had met the most wonderful guy, who was destined to become one of my best friends and I cannot imagine my life without him. Mr S is an anomaly in this world. I suppose he could be perceived as dangerous but he has a strong moral code made up of honesty, forgiveness, humility and standing tall in anothers shoes. This is why he is such a huge force in my life.

Ok, ok sycophantic bit over. We do have our moments, I have actually put the phone down on him on a number of occasions, being a stressy knickers and furious because he is always right and I HATE being wrong! He deals with my tantrums, instantly forgives me and reverts to the norm. Not many guys can do that.

What makes this guy so special?, I hear you ask. He has a photographic memory, which I struggle to keep up with. I am a bit of a live wire myself and have never met a guy that could keep up with me on all levels. My brain is a bloody peanut compared to his amazing abilities. That has its own frustrations but he is good for me as if I get lazy, he immediately pulls me up short and puts me back on track.

We have a lot in common. We are both insomniacs and its good too talk to someone in the wee small hours. We both Blog and I inspired him to create another more fun, elemental Blog. We spark off each other and share a love of Greek mythology and food. I know I have to re-learn most of what I have forgotten about Greek mythology. We both have the ability to 'scan read'. He does it as a matter of course, me when I choose to. He recognizes my love of literature and languages and wishes that he could read and lose himself in a book as I do. His photographic memory denies this pleasure to him. Most of our 'fun' arguments are about words and grammar. He has studied Greek and Latin and I will shout at him until I am blue in the face about origins of words.

Oh....I forgot to mention, he is a talented Engineer and can do anything he desires. Lay a floor, build a kitchen, re-wire or plumb a house, fix a boiler and teach little old me to hot wire a phone socket! My car was vandalised. He said, no problem and arrived on my doorstep with the glass for the back window and fixed it. He can panel beat, respray and service a car, strip an engine....etc...etc... I think you get the picture. He builds computers and often wanders round to friends to sort their 'pute problems out....Phew, I am exhausted.

He challenges, frustrates, exhausts and irritates me....and I bloody love it! We all need friends like Mr S. His only problem is a penchant for beautiful girls and I have lots of fun teasing him about his 'Harem'. Luckily they are in safe hands....

Be Kind to those around you.

Muse x