Healthy Lunches With Soreen

Thankfully, as many of you know, I don't have much time left with school going children, but it would seem that, despite the transition into Sixth Form, I still have to make four lunches everyday, including one for myself.

It's a nightmare trying to appease everyone.  Joe is so bloody fussy, doesn't eat veg or cheese. OH is almost as fussy, doesn't eat veg or any kind of sandwich "mix" save for egg mayonnaise. Andy is a mother's dream, though.  Even more than me, he has a proper, varied diet.  The challenge is not to bore Andy, while dumbing down for OH and Joe.  And the answer to this complex problem?  Well, I hate to be the barer of bad news, but there isn't one.  Generally, Andy has to put up with the same "ordinary" stuff the other two get. 

Except, of course, for those rare times when he decides to do for himself.  Then he can be as adventurous as he likes.  And one of his favourites, the perfect lunchtime food, full of fresh ingredients and all the good stuff you could possibly need, is sushi.

Sushi has been a huge favourite of his since he was really young.  The oft turned-up noses of his school friends has never succeeded in turning him off it.  He's even tooled himself up and managed to make his own! 

As for me, I'll have anything so long as someone else makes it.  But I will be popping some Soreen on my shopping list, because in the run up the Christmas, those shoppers are lethal and I'll need something to keep my pecker up!!

Her Hand - My #dosomethingyummy Post Week 4

This week's prompt from Nickie at Typecast's #dosomethingyummy post was difficult for me. These blog prompts have been to raise awareness of CLIC Sargent, who help families deal with cancer in children and young people. I've been lucky never to have to face anything like many families do.  So this week, I've decided to write a poem, which is inspired by Nickie's blogs about her family and her experiences with her daughter (with some poetic license!).






Her hand grasps my finger the very first time
As she enters the world with a yell
With all her ten fingers and ten tiny toes
Our precious new daughter is well


Her hand pulls her bottle, as she guzzles down
She's growing with each passing day
Beginning to smile, to gurgle, to laugh
She is talking in her special way


Her hand holds so tight to the edge of the chair
As she struggles to get to her feet
She's taking the first of those tentative steps
And she often lands back on her seat!


Her hand grips my sleeve as we wander through clinical
Corridors we don't belong
But sensing as only a mother can do
That something was seriously wrong


Her hand lying still on the hospital bed
Surrounded by bleeping machines
So quietly laying, not making a sound
Is my girl who was once full of beans


Her hand has a needle that leads to a tube
My princess seems ever so brittle
It is so unfair, that she suffer like this
My girl who is ever so little


Her hand....


Her hand holds his hand as he places the ring
On the finger that makes her his wife
The joy in my heart at the woman she is
After all the hard times in her life


Her hand holds a hand for the very first time
And I see how my baby has grown
With all her ten fingers and ten tiny toes
She has a princess of her own.