Sally's Sunday

It would be true to say that no-one prepares you for the delights of being the Mother of a teenage daughter. No-one forewarns you as you proudly push around your golden haired gurgling poppet that in years to come you may well be staring back at a mirrored version of yourself and that you suddenly find yourself sounding exactly like your Mother did all those years ago.

Take yesterday for example when I had coerced the darling into posing in some clothes all lined up for eBay. After a while she announces that I am perfectly useless behind the lens and that she will take over and that I must pose instead. The fact that they were a tad tight which is why I was selling them in the first place caused much smirking as I nearly fainted from holding in my breath. I thought rather naively that I was bestowing a huge favour on the child considering she had shown an interest in pursuing photography further but apparently I am 'impossible' to work with and consequently have put her off fashion photography for life. Another bonding session to look back on fondly then.

After our photo shoot I wandered off into the garden to admire the tulips and the first buds of the lilac which I shall use to fill the house with wonderful fragrant branches over Easter. Someone (and it would be indiscreet to name that person) was lolling on a sunbed soaking up the rays. I can truthfully say that however furiously you peg washing on a line the sound of rattling pegs do not wake those enjoying blissful carefree Sunday afternoons tucked away in a walled garden down in the South of France.


Seized with zest I grab my chair in front of the computer screen and pop up my announcement for last minute holidays in France, frankly I would book a last minute holiday for this alone but I'm biased I daresay. Afterwards I struggle and manage two uploads onto eBay with the realization that selling holidays is my forte.

'Time for a glass of wine' I trill in the direction of the sunbed. Amazing what a shower of wooden pegs will achieve.