Each day I am overwhelmed by the thrills of managing the vast empire
that is my home. And as the kids leave for school each morning, I am
amazed by the devastation wrought on a domestic residence by two half
grown members of the species. Most days I count myself lucky to have
found the carpet by the time they return from their foray in to the
world of education. And if, by some miracle, I’ve managed to prepare a
healthy and nutritious meal by the time the warble of the Coronation
Street trumpet begins, then I count that as a successful day.
Mother Hubbard was born out of the desire to
support the parish magazine at the church I attend. Our parish magazine
has been around for a long time. It seems (as is so often the case) to
rest on the shoulder of one or two dedicated folk. Month by month they
put their heart and soul into a publication that has a readership of
two church mice and a pigeon. Ok, so not really, but you get the
picture.
