happy mother’s day

May 10, 2014

I wish there were visiting hours in heaven

It is probably my imagination but there seems to be more Mothers Day advertising than ever before. Everywhere I turn, someone is pushing some “ideal gift” or “show her how much you care” gift. It is all feeling a bit blah.

It’s silly the things that set me off. Take the other night as an example – me reduced to tears all because of the gardening show on tv planting daffodil bulbs – Mum’s garden always had a lovely show each spring. But all I can do is breathe deep, paste a smile on my face and try not to look too envious when my friends tell me of their plans for Mothers Day.

But I count my blessings. I have two surrogate Mum’s who keep an eye on me and offer up words of wisdom whenever I need to hear it and often when I don’t. What more can a girl ask for.

chocolate in church

April 12, 2014

I confess it is not the first thought that pops into my head when thinking about chocolate, but the Cathedral next door to where I work is making a stand this Easter.

You see, because they are unable to source sufficient chocolates from certified slavery-free countries at a reasonable price, they will not be buying any Easter eggs. This means means no chocolate eggs for any parishioners or visitors on Easter Monday. I applaud their moral stand but I think it will take a lot more action before the big retailers buy into the same ethical standards.

It also begs the question – will we ever truly know where all our food comes from? Are those vegetables really organic and spray free? Were those chickens cage free? Did we pay those seasonal fruit pickers more than the minimum wage?

Too too many questions – never enough answers. But I suppose as long as each of us makes our ethical stand about something, then combined with everyone else it does make a difference.

the joy of receiving a card

April 6, 2014

In this digital world, the hand written word is becoming ​more and more ​scarce. I ​can’t recall the last time I received a written letter in my mailbox. ​A card very occasionally but usually it is an email or text. ​But ​despite the preference for all things digital, we have a ​special ​lady at my bridge club ​who always manages to add a bit of brightness to someone’s day. And she does it the old fashioned way … with a pen and card. ​

J, the personal messages lady is busy ​every week writing cards and sharing a bit of sunshine around. Whether it’s a 90th birthday, a bereavement, get well soon, congratulations or a simple thank you – she is the lady who looks after it all. All clubs function on the goodwill of volunteers and I think the role J does for our club is important. Often they generate another thank you card in return but that just reinforces the good manners and etiquette that ​most of ​our players display.