It’s been one of those weeks. Not an altogether bad week by any stretch, but a very full-on one that’s left me feeling wrung out with not a lot of steam left in my engine, gin in my tonic or jam in my doughnut.


This is basically a result of all the various areas of my life requiring attention all at once. I normally juggle things (it’s the way of many parents of young kids I think) but usually it’s a case of some things needing more attention while others need less, in a kind of fluctuating dance. It might not be the perfect pirouette but it works. This week though, all the different aspects came charging at me a whirl of school engagements, kids parties, tricky work documents, long commutes, really-need-your-brain-to-function-meetings, angsty phone-calls, important decisions and various bonfire events that, while fun, meant more rushing around and an ever increasing pile of muddy wellies and soggy socks littering the house.

The only blog post I managed last week was written way too late at night (probably why it was all about ferrets), this one I’m writing right now has been in my drafts folder for days and although I’m desperate to getting going on the bajillionth edit of one of my picture books and get my plan for my limerick collection further along, I’m stalling badly.

With all that going on, there have certainly been moments when I’ve felt overwhelmed. And yet, amidst it all have been loads of lovely moments with friends who’ve scattered my week with emails, chats over over hot chocolate, funny messages and supportive blog comments. But best of all, I had two fantastic evenings this weekend that reminded me I’m right on track.

One evening was with one of my closest friends. We live over two hours drive apart but for the last five years we’ve been meeting for dinner in the Scottish borders about once a month. It does me a power of good every time. Even the drive relaxes me (the landscape from Northumberland up to Scotland is stunning) and then four hours of constant chatting with no distractions is brilliant. We almost always go to the same place – the food’s great, the people are friendly and they even have roaring fires to toast our toes by in the winter – it’s perfect. Nothing warms the soul like a good chat with a life-long friend does it?

A second soul-toasting evening involved meeting up with another old friend – this time one whom I hadn’t seen for a decade or more! We went out for a delicious meal and had a good old chat and a laugh just like in our student days nearly twenty years ago (am I really that old? Oh God, I really am). And the lovely thing was – and this I hadn’t quite expected – how immensely reassuring and kind of life-affirming it felt. To be reunited with a friend and to realise that despite everything that has gone on since you last saw each other – the marriages, kids, jobs, travel, houses, and just, stuff, that makes up life – you are both still who are you are and who you always were. And that the friendship has somehow endured.

This week seems to be taking over where last week left off – the toddler has come down with a nasty cold and simultaneously decided now is the perfect time to begin potty training, just to add to the general mayhem. But overwhelm is being held at bay: I have my friends.

Writing Bubble

11 thoughts on “bonfires

  1. Mummy Tries

    Sounds like a fab week to me Maddy! You cannot beat the company of real life best friends, I’ve got a very long overdue catch up with a BFF this weekend and can.not.wait!!!!! Good luck with all the blog and book admin, I know how overwhelming it can get xxx

  2. Nicola Young

    How lucky to have had two great reunions with old friends. I know what you mean. There is something relaxing about being with people who know you from the inside out and you don’t need to try with them. I sometimes feel I’m different as a busy mum of three and it’s when you’re with your old mates you’re reminded of who you were before, minus all the responsibility. Hope you have a better week writing and other jobs wise.

    1. Maddy Post author

      Thanks Nicola and yes, exactly! What was so nice about seeing my friend I hadn’t met for years was that all that was still true despite a decade having passed. I feel the same as you do – I’ve changed but am still the same underneath. xx

  3. Sara | mumturnedmom

    Ah, sounds a little like my life has been recently, and while I don’t have any old friends to catch up with, I had a lovely coffee with the Expat Wives Club this week which did me the world of good. We might not have history, but we have the same level of ‘huh’ at the same unexpected US stuff :) Hope the toddler is feeling better and that this week is a but calmer for you x

    1. Maddy Post author

      Thanks Sara. Glad you’ve found somepeople to go ‘huh’ with – I’ve often wondered how it must be living in the US. Every country has its own quirks (shall we say… ) but we tend to be more comfortable with our own than those of others! xx

  4. Sophie Lovett

    Hurrah for friends, old and new! I can very much identify with the full on hecticness of your week, but however busy things are there is nothing quite as grounding and life-affirming as friendship. Most of my best friends seem to be scattered to the four corners of the earth nowadays, but it’s still good to know they’re there! xx


Leave a Reply to Becky Cowley Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

CommentLuv badge