au pair turnover

Oh DO write about your au pairs!’ I have been begged many a time.  But, if I’m honest, the stories are best told over a bottle of wine and, besides, name-and-shame has never really been my game.  Not really.  But, as one packed her bags this weekend, we found ourselves reminiscing over our international lodgers at Sunday breakfast.  The good, the bad and the ugly weren’t our specific categories but we did take a closer look at our statistics as Mini scribbled down the long list of foreigners who have lived with us over the last seven years.
"Sorry, we operate on a strict one-in-one-out policy"

“Sorry, we operate on a strict one-in-one-out policy”

‘We’ve had more au pairs than Tottenham’s had managers!’ He chuckled as I quickly tried to justify our rather rapid turnover.   Of course, it’s not all down to the girls as I suppose we’re not in the least bit perfect and living with a family can’t be easy either.  Some girls are homesick, while others are blinded by the freedom of being abroad without their parents.  But the idea is that they really do enjoy their taste of London while finding the Smalls (and less small housemates) amusing, fun and not too noisy.

So, in anticipation of the impending arrival of our next unsuspecting victim, I’ve dusted the bedroom and crossed my fingers that we can make this one a winner.

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Unthology 5 – a book of shorts

Short stories hardly seem to get a look in. I’m such a fan though and love to read them before bed, in a half hour tea slot or even while waiting for a bus (or 2). And, besides, they’re really difficult to craft. I had a go once with a brilliant writing teacher but ended up throwing all my toys out of the pram when I realised just how tricky they are.

unthology 5

The good news – for short story lovers – is that they are having a little resurgence. And, if you’re a fan of the form, you’d love Unthology 5. The most recent collection to be published by Unthank Books, this immersive and inspiring anthology from new and established writers has been edited (once again) by Ashley Stokes and Robin Jones.

Dealing with outcasts, thoughts you shouldn’t dare to think and some pretty strange secrets, these stories are quite brilliant. Probably my favourites were A Little More Prayer by Angela Readman and 79 Green Gables by John D Rutter but, until I was sent a review copy, I had never even heard of this Unthology series … so my plan is to now read all the previous collections.

If you too were completely unaware of the Unthology series, you might want to LIKE my Life of Yablon Facebook page before the end of the month. 5 of you will be chosen (at random) to win the copies I have sitting on my desk.

Meanwhile, do let me know if you’ve ever managed to pen a short?

 

 

 

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The Pig in the Wall, Hampshire

the wall + 5 little piggies

the wall + 5 little piggies

Some of my true besties live outside of the big smoke. Trading space, greenery and less pollution, they really do live the Good Life with chocolate box dogs, AGAs and no danger of not being able to park outside their front doors. One such bumpkin was my first ever friend at boarding school. Her bed was next to mine in our first dorm and then she followed me to Manchester and, some years later, I was given the real badge of honour as godmum to her middle Small.

my god-Small spinning on her swing

my god-Small spinning on her swing

A repeat invite has been sent by carrier pigeon asking my gang to visit their new-ish home in Hampshire. In my defence, Saturday ballet and football etc always seem to ruin the best laid weekend plans. But her tactics were devious on this occasion… cc-ing Him… who she knew would jump at the chance to (temporarily) escape London.

The Pig in the Wall

Of course there was no doubt that she could more than feed us piggies but when I was coincidentally invited to review The Pig in the Wall in Southampton, I decided we would make it a sharing Friday treat.

The Pig in the Wall

This little sister restaurant and 12-bedroom hotel to The (bigger) Pig in Brockenhurst, is a Georgian townhouse is quite literally inserted into the city’s medieval walls. Designed by Judy Hutson, wife of Robin Hutson of Hotel Du Vin and Lime Wood fame, I’d say this perfectly informal and intimate eatery is less shabby than chic. Plus it’s super efficient (always a bonus with kids) and we all loved eating in a country-style kitchen-y living room. We grazed (or pigged-out) on sausage rolls, cheese boards, pumpkin soup, bruschetta and, of course, a few of those real porky ones.

The Pig in the Wall

… with homemade chutney

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There were games for the kids to get stuck into and, after sharing a selection of delicious desserts, we snuck off to check out the bedrooms. The snug, located at the top of the house, would be my first choice. It’s SO snug bedded into the eaves and would make a properly romantic getaway.

The Pig in the Wall

And then the rest of the weekend was mostly spent zip-wiring, tractoring, walking in wellies and wishing we escaped London more often.

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The Pig in the Wall doesn’t serve dinner but they do offer a complimentary Land Rover 20 mins transfer to The Pig.

 

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Where’s the middle in age?

Excuse me, I’m having a moment. A ‘where am I going? ‘what’s next?’ ‘how old is middle-aged?’ type of moment. Yesterday I blew out the candles, Lady Y’s perfectly chocolate birthday cake has already been polished off and I’m that inevitable year older (than 42). So here I am left having some sort of moment.

On a morbid mission, I found myself turning to Google, questioning: life expectancy for women in the UK and the search engine (which practically sang happy birthday to me yesterday…) today spat out some awful age younger than my very sprightly parents. Wikipedia was no better, informing me that ‘middle aged is the period of age beyond young adulthood but before the onset of old age.’ Now, no one can honestly persuade me that I’m still in young adulthood. Surely that time passes when your tiny toddlers don’t sleep and, to be honest, anyone who partied their way through ‘young adulthood’ will know that that morning after feeling properly signifies when this period of your life is well and truly over.

As I dug further, I found that various attempts have been made to define middle age for all those having a moment. Is this because we are all desperate to fight its onslaught? Or would all those 60 year olds KILL to be middle aged again?

One particular source advised that we should divide our predicted life span into thirds. But I’m not sure that this is the answer. From what I can remember, the first third was spent wanting to grow up. The second I spent clearly oblivious that I had indeed grown up. And the third… oh dear… is absolutely why I am now having this moment…

This article first appeared in my Mum About Town column in The Lady Magazine.

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