Alpine Mummy

A new life in the middle of nowhere


A perfect rainy day


Alpine Papa works very hard during the week, but doesn’t (usually) have to work on Saturday or Sunday.  I therefore look forward to the weekends so I can share pooey nappy duties and so we can get out and explore as a family (instead of me wandering up mountains and though forests on my own, as tends to be the case during the week).  Alpine Papa, on the other hand, looks forward to the weekends so he can sleep and relax and generally not do much. Continue reading


Missing Corrie. Concisely.

Still raining

I am notoriously (and annoyingly) wordy in my blog-posts (why use one phrase when three will do…?).  I am therefore taking this week’s writing challenge VERY seriously by doing something completely different – cutting out ALL superfluous words.  Grab those scales – this blog is on a diet!  (OK, hang on, I’ve not started yet…)

So here it is – this week’s post. In Haiku.  Ish.

Rain and Tears, by Alpine Mummy

Raining non-stop for
34 hours, and there’s no
Corrie on TV.

Enough said.

(PS In case you don’t know, “Corrie” is the UK’s (best and) longest running soap, having been around for over 50 years.  I have been watching it obsessively for about 28 of those years.  Until now, that is, as they don’t bloody show it in France.  Unless you know me, you cannot imagine how painful that is…)