This Divorced and Childless Woman’s Mother’s Day

Life is a funny old one.

What do you do on Mother’s Day when you are divorced/single and childless, and the whole world seem hell bent on celebrating their children?

This year, like I do most years, I decided to concentrate on the positive fact that I am lucky enough to have a wonderful mother who is still alive. I think of my friends who have lost their mums and I reach out to them to show some love. The day would usually pass without much drama or sadness. It is what it is.

This Mother’s Day, I had gone to bed late on Saturday night or should I say Sunday morning (2.48am bad, bad, bad, bad girl!) and around 9am on Sunday morning, in that dreamy/wakey/confused state, my door bell rang. I sleepily went to the video intercom and I could see a lady.

“I’ve got flowers.” With my eyes half closed, I couldn’t really make out the figure on the video screen.

“Flowers?” I answered sleepily as if she had just declared that she was dropping an alien from outer space on my doorstep.

“I’ve got flowers for xxxx xxxx.” My local florist said, saying my full name.

My scrabbled brain tried to decipher what on earth she was on about. My brain worked overtime trying to figure out who on earth could be sending me flowers. Various names flashed through my head and just as quickly, I discarded them. Could it have been the man I went on the date on Friday who I did not intend to see again? But he didn’t know my full name. And why on earth would he be sending me flowers? Stalker alert. Who on earth could it be from? I knew no one. I had no one. There was no one. This is odd.

“Could you please leave it on the porch?” I informed the florist whose van I could see on my video screen.

I sleepily went downstairs to the porch with the gait of a special agent about to solve the crime of the century. I would have to be extremely careful with this package. It clearly wasn’t some sort of assassination attempt as I recognised both the florist and her van. Then again it could be.

And there it was.

The most beautiful bunch of flowers I have received in longer than I can remember.

Flowers 2018

I reached for the card attached to the side. It read:

Happy Mother’s Day to our second mum.

Thank you for always being there for us.

We love you.

X Y and Z.

The flowers were from my nephews (aged 16 and 18) and my niece (aged 13)

Flower card 2018

These precious, most adorable, super awesome, generous, kind, sweetest kids have spent money they don’t have to send their auntie, a most gorgeous hand tied, bunch of flowers, timed to be hand delivered on Mother’s Day, with the increased premium.

The overwhelming gratitude and love I feel for these kids, and to my sister for raising such generous, kind, thoughtful kids, is more than I can express on this post.

I am very blessed indeed.

If you are single/divorced/widowed and childless/childfree/separated from your kids or whatever your circumstances may be, if you are interested in widening your social circle, meeting likeminded people for fun, laughter, friendship and to get your mojo back, you may consider joining this brand new Meetup Group called The Discerning Divorced and Childless Friendship Club.

You can join the ladies already confirmed for the Group’s first meetup this Saturday, a reasonably priced gorgeous three course dinner and cocktail, at the fabulous one Michelin Star restaurant Hakkasan Mayfair.

Coming soon: guest blog from the Founder of the The Discerning Divorced and Childless Friendship Club



Day 193: Angler – One Life to Live

So today I had the choice of cancelling long standing lunch plans and spending all day dealing with divorce crap, or having a wonderful lunch, in a gorgeous Michelin starred fish restaurant, Angler, with a very handsome, very fit, interesting and interested man…picking the tab.

2015-08-27 11.53.22

I chose to say fuck you divorce crap and I spent the afternoon flirting and laughing out loud with a gorgeous man…


Easy tiger.

No romance to report as he is a very darling friend, who has been amazingly kind to me including taking me to Hakkasan Mayfair to reclaim my favourite London restaurant after my ex took his mistress there.

At the end of lunch, I was taken on a wonderful tour round the stunningly gorgeous South Place Hotel where the rooftop Angler restaurant is located, by two fantastic managers, Xavier, the Guest Relations Manager and Francesco, food manager, and invited to an event at the hotel next month.

I felt like a celebrity.

I have one life to live and I refuse to let anyone steal my joie de vivre

At least I didn’t today.

Perhaps tomorrow, divorce crap may rule the day but for today, life is beautiful.

I might have broken my diet a little bit but I’m right back at it. My bad.

2015-08-27 12.24.49 2015-08-27 12.24.53

Amuse bouche of some cheesy stuff

2015-08-27 12.13.32

Our starters: Mine seared Orkney Island scallops; his yellowfin tuna tartare

2015-08-27 12.27.19 20150827_122713

My main of monkfish tail and braised octopus; his whole grilled lemon sole

2015-08-27 12.46.08 2015-08-27 12.46.18 2015-08-27 12.46.28

My dessert of chocolate fondant and pistachio ice cream, the first time I have had dessert since February and worth every mouthful. No regrets but back on diet.

2015-08-27 13.36.24

The bill…we were both good and stuck to still water! I haven’t had a drop of alcohol since 16th February, 2015!

2015-08-27 13.58.21

Verdict on Angler restaurant: Excellent staff, good food and fabulous ambiance. Recommended by this foodie.

Verdict on South Place Hotel: Stunningly gorgeous. Wonderful, passionate staff. Excellent Customer Services. Highly recommended.