Having a Misty Moment


I woke up this morning with anxiety! It’s June 20th.
In less than two months I’ll walk through the front door of my home for the last time.  My home of over 20 years! In  less than three months I’ll leave my job and board a plane, leaving the country I’ve lived in for over 25 years.
Can’t deny my blood pressure and stress level are pretty high right now.
I’ve done this before, why is it so stressful this time?
Maybe because I’m retiring too!
Also because my daughter will not be coming with me. She’s grown up and married with a life of her own. She’ll aways need me, I’m her mum, but I’ll always be there for her. It will just take me a little longer to be by her side.
This old house is empty.
My treasures, the things I can’t live without, are on a ship bound for Naples.
My memories are in my heart.
My daughter will visit and enjoy her new retreat in the beautiful green countryside of Abruzzo.
I’m just having a misty moment.
It will pass.

Life is a confusing battle!


Do we all have this constant battle? I know I do, you make a decision because it feels right, then your head says “No, wait!”

Oh my goodness, you can go around in circle for hours, days, weeks!
As I get older I let my heart win a little more, I feel as though I have less to lose. I’ve refrained from things that just don’t make logical sense, even if they feel right, not all of the time but probably 75%.

We moved to the US from England because it felt right, that was a biggie. Raising a child in a country we didn’t know so well. It worked out well, there were battles, but we have a strong, confident, successful daughter.

I didn’t quit work to be a full time author because my brain stopped me.
“You need to stay at work and earn money, keep your health insurance, save for your future.” I’m not sure if that was the right decision or not, but I don’t think I suffered from it.

Now I need to work on doing things my heart tells me to do. It’s telling me I should retire before my health suffers, it’s also telling me that the altitude of living in Colorado isn’t good for me. So I’m listening. In the not too distant future I’m retiring to Italy with my husband. We’ll enjoy the oxygen of living at sea level and the tranquility of village life. Good food, good wine and good folks.

Now my brain still struggles because my daughter lives in Colorado, but my heart knows she’s married to a good man and doesn’t need me anymore.

Maybe for once in my life my heart and brain are working together.

I hope so!

Sandra Thompson’s 61 Birthday

Like I need a reminder!
I get home from a rough day at work and unlock my computer to check my emails and what pops up?

Sandra Thompson’s 61st Birthday is tomorrow!

Couldn’t they turn it around? Couldn’t I be just 16?
No that wouldn’t do at all. I had no eyebrows when I was sixteen. I’d shaved them off because David Bowie didn’t have any and I was (and still am) his biggest fan. He’s gone now of course, on a new adventure. I hope I see him again some day.
If I was 16 I wouldn’t have my beautiful daughter, I can’t imagine a life without her smile.


I’d not have met my eccentric, quirky husband.

Hey 61 is middle-aged now. I have a few years ahead of me still, and I intend to cram lots of good things into them.

I might be 61, but I’m not dead yet.

Celebrating a wonderful daughter

On September 30th 1984, a child was born, in the British Military Hospital of Iserlohn, Germany. My child! That was almost thirty years ago. Today we are having an early celebratory lunch because she will be spending the thirtieth anniversary of her birth in Germany where her husband is currently working. I can’t think of any place better. She may not be in Iserlohn, and the British Military Hospital may not even exist anymore, but it’s still a wonderful place to celebrate.

Happy Birthday to my beautiful daughter!

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It’s great being a mum!

Below is a link to a story I wrote about my time in Germany before my daughter was born. I’ve been told its a fun read, it was certainly fun to write.

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My Absence – And my excuse

A wedding

I’ve been absent for a while, but I think you will understand why. There was a wedding! My one and only daughter has married a wonderful young man. The wedding lasted one day, but the celebration has lasted for two weeks. It was a great excuse to get friends and family together from England. Almost time for everyone to leave, but the memories will linger, so will the love.

From Flower Fairy to Bride – A lifetime of Memories


A lifetime of memories inspired me to write. My life hasn’t been perfect, but the happy moments outweight the sad ones. I look forward to the years ahead of me. I can’t control life, or the path it leads me down, but I can certainly make the most of whatever I find along the way!

This seems like only yesterday. My little girl was a flower fairy. Although she looked beautiful, she was a little upset that the ‘mum made’ wings couldn’t make her fly. All she ever wanted to be was a fairy, a princess, a mermaid, and for one brief moment……a squirrel. That was 24 years ago.

Now I’m planning a wedding for the flower fairy. Her dress was definitely not made by me, but hopefully the happiness and joy of the day will make her feel like she’s flying at last.



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Love – Marriage – Family

DSC00763After a crazy two months I found time to take a day off. It’s my daughter (Princess Joanna’s) birthday, and after endless Mimosa’s we escaped to the park to take some photos. There is a wedding looming on the horizon, so some fun photos for the wedding website are a must.

We had a blast!

It was all a little much for her fiance though.


Little Princess enjoyed it too.

Little Princess enjoyed it too.

Spend more time with your family, it’s the only one you have.


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Yes it is a song by Kool and the Gang and it went like this.

My one and only child was due to be born on October 3rd 1984, I knew she would come early.

We lived in Germany, just outside of Dortmund, and on September 29th, I knew my baby was impatient to be born.

I went to bed that evening, but didn’t sleep long because the contractions started at around three in the morning. I tried several times to wake up my husband, but he just kept putting his arms around me and saying go back to sleep. GREAT!

Eventually, I got up and had a bath, it felt good. I got dressed, got my things together and went back into the bedroom at around eight o clock to wake up my sleeping husband. When he saw me standing there with my clothes on he got the message and showered at the speed of light. In no time at all we were on our way to BMH Iserlohn, the local Military Hospital. No one believed I had gone into labor because I was so very calm. Something kicks in with me in that type of situation, it’s like I am tranquilized. I just become serene.

It wasn’t a quick birth, in fact I was in labor all day while my husband sat and watched, drinking tea and being served meals by the nurses. I laughed, joked and breathed my way through the pain until it got unbearable. At around 4:30 I decided natural childbirth was not for me and I asked for something to ease the pain. The nurse came in and looked at me. “Too late now, I see the head”

They took me into the delivery room where my lovely baby girl was born at around ten past five in the afternoon.

Here she is 28 years later. I am a proud mother. She is beautiful, ambitious and extremely smart. Joanna, I love you!

Yes, she did get her name from the Kool and the Gang song. It was perfect and it suited her. 28 years later and she is still loved just as much as the day that she was born.