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June 21, 2010

My Favourite Place

Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 10:50 am

My favourite place in the world is my office, well when I say office I mean my bedroom. It is a large room split down the middle by filing cabinets. An alcove just inside the door houses my beautiful dressing table, an old piece of furniture given to me by an elderly neighbour several houses ago. This table is home to a glass dressing table set and several small glass and enamel perfume bottles collected from junk and charity shops over the years. It’s drawers are full of magical tubes and compacts in every colour of the rainbow, the tools of my war against time. On the wall, a picture of Audrey Hepburn circa Breakfast at Tiffany’s, my favourite film and an actress that inspires me.

Slotted into the small space behind the filing cabinets (this space being a very much smaller half of the room) is my bed, a wonderful medley of White linen, assorted cushions and stuffed toys. A heap of books and magazines line the side nearest the wall. Books that I have read form a pile that doubles as a door stop and as I read 3 or 4 books a week this pile gets quite tall before they are slotted in alphabetical order on to the book shelves downstairs or passed on to friends and charity shops. I love books from Mills & Boon to Chekov to business manuals, they all have a place in my collection.

And so the space between the cabinets and the window, the place where I spend so much of my time …. My office. In front of the window an oval antique dinning table (my desk)looks out over the streets. I say streets because we live on the corner of a crossroads and from my desk I can see in several directions. My portal to the outside world is dressed in layers of white voile and on the sill sits a frame containing my eldest sons Oath of Allegiance to the Queen. On the desk sits pen pots made by small hands, photos and other trinkets that have no value other than making my heart sing. In amongst them are my laptop and printer. This is where I write this is where I feel complete. When I write my soul breathes and the world becomes clear. There is also a shelf of filing trays and a much larger modern desk usually covered in pages of A3 and sharpies, this is where I do my campaign boards and I must just mention my big swivel chair, a birthday present from my grandson and very much kinder to my bottom than the chair I was using.

As I sit in bed writing this post and drinking tea, I can’t see my office space, the backs of the cabinets are decorated with family pictures and a print of pink roses. So it is here that I end my day and this post. The space on both sides of the cabinet are my sanctuary, a place of creativity of reflection and of peace. The kind of peace that comes from being where your heart is.


March 29, 2010

A Charmed Life!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 11:00 am

I am here on the eve of my 40th birthday and as I reflect, I have to say that I live a fairly charmed life at the moment.  That is quite a bold statement to make and I should back it up by saying that I appreciate the state of my life at the moment because it hasn’t always been this way. I have experienced the darker side of life and some of the scars are still very visible at times.  It is said that only by experiencing pain do you appreciate joy and I can certainly testify to this.  I wake up every day and marvel at the things that I do have, my children, a home and a job that really does not feel like work!  There were times when I could not have imagined carrying on let alone picking myself up and re-claiming my life.  You have all heard me laugh, whether that be in person, at the end of the phone or over the social networks.  I laugh because I can and because when I laugh other people laugh too and that makes me happy.

My favourite place in the world is my office, I can immerse myself in my own little world.  My desk is littered with trinkets and photos, these are my inspiration, pictures of my children, pen pots made by 8 year old fingers, my eldest sons ‘Oath of Allegiance’ small bears given to me by friends, they all tell a story and provide enough clutter to make me feel secure.

The Header on my professional website says;

With words I can travel, without leaving home, be transported back in time and into the mind of great intellect.  With words I can fly

These are my words and they have a poignancy. In those dark days it was books that made life bearable, gave me respite and took me away from myself.  There is no need for me to bore you with paragraphs about my love of the written word again, you can scroll down to previous posts, it is certainly a running theme both in my posts and in my life!  I read everything from Mills & Boon to Chekov, they are all valid in my opinion.  I am lucky enough to have the gift of speed reading, which means two things.  Firstly I very often have 2 or 3 books on the go at the same time and secondly my brain works quicker than my fingers and I tend to spell words as they appear in my head and not as the English language dictates that I should.  Thank goodness that someone invented ‘Spell Check’!

I never take life for granted, my work has taken me to glamorous places and given me access to some fabulous people but I am still excited by parcels from PR’s and invites to previews.  Echoes of darker times do knock me a little now and then and at these times I just work harder and laugh more.  I work for my family and for my own pride, not only professionally but personally too.  I may not be conventional, my brain may work in a way that has sent many a therapist screaming for the hills but I am happy and that to me is very charming.

February 28, 2010


Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 10:43 pm
As a child I loved books and dreamed about living in a cottage by the sea writing novels.  I’m not sure whether or not my fantasy included being a published author or may be the romance of it all was enough.
My life, however took a different path and dreams were replaced by paying the bills.  I have a family, a rather large family, 8 children that I have brought up as a single parent and that takes a lot of work, but my love of the written word has never left me.
Everyone at some point in their life will have an epiphany that will change them forever.  Mine came when my daughter was born, she was very sick and every fibre of my being cried every time I had to leave her in the hospital.  My time was spent between the hospital and keeping things going at home.  This is when it hit me; the business world would go on without me, but my family needed me, not nannies or childcare, but me.  No sane person can balance all the balls forever and my priorities had become blurred.  So I stepped off the train and never looked back.
My son and I were having a conversation about what I would do next, something that wouldn’t interfere with my duties as a Mother now that I had reclaimed them!  He asked me what I had wanted to be when I was a child, I told him I wanted to be a writer, to which he replied the words that I have often said to my children, “you can be whatever you want to be, you just have to work at it “.
So here I am working as a freelance writer.  I  work around my children (and grandchild), earn enough to keep body and soul together and am content.  I know how lucky I am to earn my living doing what I love and how privillaged I am to be here when my children get home from school.  Dreams do not pay the bills, so I have had to work hard, but the alternative is to leave my children.  I have spent most of my life taking knock backs, so I have learned to bounce, for all the people that don’t like my work, there is thankfully one who does and it is that one that puts food on the table.
Is sitting in my dressing gown at 4 o’clock in the morning, romantic?  Oh yes!  Now all I need is a house by the sea …….

February 22, 2010

Not the entrance I had planned

Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 11:41 pm

Whilst looking for a family I saw one with seven boys, the woman who was to become my mother was outnumbered; those boys needed some pink in their lives, so I decided that this was the family for me.

In my haste I got the timing a bit wrong and arrived 4 months early!

The moment that I entered the world I became aware of so much activity and the softly spoken words of strangers. I heard my mother call a name, it was my name, but I didn’t see her. I was in a box, moving fast. This was not the graceful movie star entrance that I had planned.

It was a long time before I saw my mother, she was poorly too. My grandmother came to see me, she told me that my mother was fighting to be fit enough to come. I hear that she shouted and made a nuisance of herself until they pushed her down still on the bed. My grandmother was not surprised at such behaviour!

I lay in the warmth of an incubator and listened to my mother’s voice she read to me every day, from Shakespeare and books about country mice and dancing fairies. I felt the warmth of her hand hovering above me so not to damage my delicate skin. After a few weeks I opened my eyes to the lights of the hospital. My mother came everyday and my brothers came one at a time so as not to overwhelm me. They spoke to me and told me about their lives, and as I got stronger they let me hold their fingers. Every word every touch gave me strength. I had been right to choose this family I knew that they would always look after me

When I was just a few weeks old the nice doctor said I needed an operation on my heart, I think that may have been the only time that I saw my mother cry, the nurse called the chaplain and I was baptised. Of course heart surgery is not easy and I heard my mother give the surgeon a pep talk, he laughed kindly as a nurse took her hand. The same nurse told me that my mother refused to go to the parent’s room but instead sat just outside the door and when I opened my eyes again hers was the first face that I saw; she was smiling, so I knew it would be ok.

In the coming months I played games with the medical staff, they had a great many meetings about my treatment, humoured my mother when she had a good idea and on several occasions gave me a good talking to. It was hard work, I endured months of often painful treatment and there were times when I just didn’t have the strength to carry on, but my mother and the medical staff never let me give up. Then one day my eldest brother came with the car and took me and our mum home. Coming home seemed such a natural thing to do that I snuggled down into my very own bed and slept. I could hear my family all the time, sometimes I would just lay and listen to them going about their lives. It is the best thing not having to say goodbye to my family every day.

16 months on and I am mostly free of my oxygen, I do get very tired but wouldn’t you with seven brothers to look after? My mother tells me often what a great life I am going to have, she is probably right, but I think I can do better than marrying a footballer!

There are many children like me born every day. Hospitals are so dependent on donations, not only for equipment, but also so that they can provide support for parents. I was lucky my family lived near the hospital and could visit me several times a day, some of my friends were not so lucky. The doctors and nurses that looked after me deserve a medal for putting up with my mother for all that time, but failing that a few pennies would do. The nice people at BLISS do some great work supporting parents and Special Care Baby Units around the country.

February 14, 2010

Step Forward Miss Day!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 10:21 am
The words that we use help to define our personality, tell the story of who we are.  Wether it be to order takeaway or to explain how we feel.  In my life, I have known pain and have been hurt beyond repair.  I have learnt to take this pain and fill pages, the pages that will never be read.  Those words that soil the page are my release, the way I make sense of things. Over the last few weeks, I have not been able to write,  I have been emotionally closed.  If I open my soul my heart will break and there will be no turning back.  Of course this is to some extent nonesense, the world will not stop turning and I will get up every day and do what I do, but I don’t want to let go of this pain, just yet, it is all that connects me to my son.  Just as I held him as a baby and a as a young man, I hold this thing inside me.  I know what it is and know that it has a place and it certainly has no place with my other children.  The way that I react gives everyone permission to carry on with their lives, to laugh and enjoy the freedom that my son fights for.  And of those who have fallen, what better tribute than to laugh and live our lives, because if we don’t the sacrifice they made for us is hollow.
So, this entry, is an attempt to blow away some of the block that has plaqued me recently.  I must make special mention of my twitter friends, the condensing of a message into 140 characters is certainly a challenge.  What must these people think of me?  I can imagine!  The anonymity that these short posts give are very liberating,  and it has been easier for me to write these in recent weeks.  I am delighted that my musings on life have resulted in some of my twitter friends making the jump in to reality, they have become voices on the end of the phone and people who enter my thoughts on a daily basis.
So, who is Miss Rosie Day?  Well she is very much as you see on the page.  I will always tell you when Im wearing my Jimmy Choo’s, but not so much when I have my Primark tracksuit on.  I will tease you without mercy, but its because I like you!  My favourite place is on the sofa with my children and I wouldn’t leave the house without lipstick!
The Miss Day that you see striding off the Train in London is polished and confident, never carries her own bag or train ticket and drinks Chablis for lunch.  Behind closed doors Rosie is a mummy, she considers her greatest achievement to be her children,  she cooks for friends and spends sundays in her dressing gown.
Has this helped my block? Do you know who Rosie is?  Probably not, my block will be lifted by the inspiration of people around me and if you knew the real Rosie Day, you would have to run away screamimg!

February 5, 2010

Why I Do What I Do

Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 11:15 am

I love language, I loved the way an Italian waiter once held my hand and spoke to me knowing that I did not understand his words but the meaning was clear.  I love the way the French smile at me when I ‘parle Francais’.  I love my language, the way that the pictures in my head become ordered words on the page and most of all I love other peoples words, especially those that take me places that I have never been.

I started writing because I wanted to tell a story, My story.  Although it is written it will never be read, the words are mine they belong to my soul and I am not strong enough to share them.  So, I tell sories of  the world around me. 

As a Journalist, I am not ‘hard nosed’, I care about people and the words that I write.  I believe that History is written by those brave enough to tell a story, be it on the front line of conflict or the birth of a baby.  When I was at school I learnt history from a book , as an adult I investigate what I have been told.  Until recently history was recorded by those who could write and usually by the winning side.  The birth of the internet and freedom of the press means that history taught in the future will be so much more rounded.  How many blogs do we read a week?  Everyone has a voice now, everyone has a point of view.  Even the most mundane tells of the human condition and it is this condition that makes us curious, about the world around us and the people that we share it with.   I may not be one of the brave who will tell my story,  but to those who trust me with their’s, I thank you and will always chose my words carefully.  

I sit at my desk every day and do what I love, I play with words.  Its not always so easy, I have to make each word relevant to the one before until a coherent conclusion has been reached.  I have spent many a day looking at a blank page, they call it writers block.  As writers we record history, we tell of the world as we know it and if the words do not come, history stops.  A little dramatic? of course it is I am also a fiction writer!

January 21, 2010

Day Three

Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 12:36 am

Yes, I know I missed day two!  Day two and most of day three have been filled by complete emotional exhaustion. 

The plan was that No1 son would fly out at 07:00 Yesterday morning, but the flight was delayed and Rob spent the day in a hotel.  Bore.dom crept in very early on and some 50 texts were sent, mostly starting with “mum I’m bored”.  By the evening it was a complete family effort to think of jokes to send him.  The new plan was that he would fly out at 03:00 this morning.  So, this morning I posted a comment on Facebook stating that he had left the country, 5 mins later Rob added a comment to say that he was still here.  Then at 10:00 this morning his status read ‘on plane’ and that was that he had gone.  As I write it is 23:30 and a little while ago his status said ‘Im here’.  In the words of my sister in law “the countdown begins …. ” and she should know, she counted down the days when her husband, my brother, did hid tour nearly two years ago.

Now Rob has gone I can admit to not always being as strong as I would like people to believe.  This afternoon I went into meltdown, my head felt as though it would explode, every muscle in my body stopped working and I felt like I was being crushed.  I tried to work through it but eventually I admitted defeat and crawled into bed.  Once there I did, to my surprise, sleep.  Anyway by the time the boys came home from school, I had managed to get up and smile, no one will ever know! 

No6 son came home with a letter for his brother that his teacher had helped him to write, it was sweet and extremely insightful.  He had obviously taken in one of the many news reports that accuses the government of not giving our troops the right equipment to do the job asked of them.

As a mother I have to believe that my son has the equipment he needs to ensure his safety.  Both my son and brother have assured me that they have and that, is ‘horses mouth’.  My fellow journalists seem to favour the negative stories and I have to say that some of the more positive pieces that I have submitted have been rejected! 

At the end of day three Major Day is back and ready to go.  There will be good and bad days, but life is like that ……

January 19, 2010

Day One

Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 11:54 am

Almost 2 years ago I signed some papers that, over the next few months will come back to haunt me.  I signed No1 son into the army.  It took some time before he left for basic training and last September he passed out as a Grenadier Guard, just as my brother had 15 years ago.  That day was one of the proudest of my life.  When he called to say that he would be passing out as best recruit in his group, I replied “obviously”.  I say that because as his mother I have watched him grow, at the time that I signed the papers he had shown me that he had made a mature and informed decision and that he had the focus and strength of character to take on the challenge.  My son has grown from a cheeky little boy, to an honourable young man.  He is an old fashioned gentleman and a role model to his younger brothers .  I have been a single mother for many years and he has always been at my side. 

So, we always knew that he would be deployed at some point and three weeks after pass out the subject reared its head as we were told that he would be going to Afghanistan in December.  I remember sitting on the sofa surrounded by my children and extended family and all eyes on me looking for my reaction.  As a mother it is my job to prepare my children for life, to support their decisions and to catch them when they fall.  It is also my job to make sense of the world for them, I cannot sit and cry, I have to show the younger boys that it is ok to carry on with their lives.  We have the freedom to live our lives the way we do because of my son and the many that have been before him and those that will follow. 

Anyway, he did not go in December and when he was given extra time off over Christmas we knew why.  At 10.00 on his first day back at Barracks, Robert called me to tell me that he would be flying out on the Sunday.  I put down the phone I sat for a bit, I called his father and grandparents.  I called my brother, who did his tour almost 2 years ago, I called my best friend.  I told them without emotion and then I went to the bathroom and cried.  I did not cry for long, dried my eyes and started making plans, which bills I need to pay for him, what I need to put in boxes to send, how many blueys I would need.  As it happens you can send eblueys, so I will everyday!  I travellled to london to have dinner with my hero on Thursday only to be told on the Friday that he would not be going until Tuesday and he landed on my doorstep for one last roast dinner.  So here we are on Monday.  It has been tough saying goodbye twice.  Once he is on that plane I will be able to deal with the situation

How did I get here? A Soldiers Story

Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 11:48 am

A little something about going to Afghanistan and how the Military Preparation College helped:

So this is my first tour! Now, you wait a long time to hear the news that you are going (for those who don’t know, every regiment is out there and even chefs and drivers are on the front line!) We hear all the stories but nothing prepares you for the rush of emotion and feeling when you get the news.  Some are scared and some are excited, but most have a mix of both (as I have).  There is a lot of kit to take out with you, it’s all your normal green kit in desert DPM plus some “Gucci” extras; camel pack, sunglasses n a few other things (can’t remember most cos there is a lot and it’s already packed up).  For me there wasn’t a lot of time to sit around and think about it, but the worst time is being on your own as you travel back to camp after pre-deployment leave.  Stick with your mates because you are all in the same boat.  Just remember, thousands have been out there (some more than once!) and come back fine.

College will be a big help to all those who pay attention and take as much on board as they can! A lot of what I learned in college I found myself using in training, this gave me a great heads up.  You learn basic infantry skills in a fun and less demandng environment.   A lot of stuff you learn will be theory, however this means A LOT  less work when yo u enlist. PT is probably the biggest focus of the college and without it the theory is pointless.  The fitness I gained from college was above expectations and as a result I was one of the fittest in training.  However, and this is a big one, it takes 100% of ur effort all the time.  The staff can give you an endless amount of guidance and help but you have to want it!  I made best recruit in training by using the skills I learned at college and having less to learn. Train hard, fight easy and listen to what the staff (especially military) have to say!  They wouldn’t be there if they weren’t good enough.   In the wise words of Cheryl Cole “if it’s worth having, it’s worth fighting for”.  Good luck to past, present and future students of the Military Preparation College; it is a great start to a great future!
GDSM Bligdon

January 12, 2010

Please Read

Filed under: Uncategorized — Miss Rosie Day @ 11:00 am

Please read this and pass it on

If in doubt call 112
A bit of useful advice – verified by the Dorset Police . 
The number does work from a mobile. 

This actually happened to someone’s daughter. Lauren was 19 yrs old and in college.
This story takes place over the Christmas/New Year’s holiday break. 

It was the Saturday before New Year and it was about 1.00pm in the afternoon, and Lauren was driving to visit a friend, 
when an UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put its lights on.

Lauren’s parents have 4 children (of various ages) and have always told them never to pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road, but rather wait until they get to a service station, etc.
So Lauren remembered her parents’ advice and telephoned 112 from her mobile phone. 
This connected her to the police dispatcher. She told the dispatcher that there was an unmarked police car with a flashing blue light on his rooftop behind her and that she would not pull over right away but wait until she was in a service station or busy area.. 
The dispatcher checked to see if there was a police car where she was and there wasn’t and he told her to keep driving, 
remain calm and that he had back-up already on the way. 
Ten minutes later 4 police cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her. 
One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind. 
They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground…… ..the man was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes. 

I never knew that bit of advice, but especially for a woman alone in a car, you do not have to pull over for an UNMARKED car. 
Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going to a ‘safe’ place. 
You obviously need to make some signals that you acknowledge them I.e. put on your hazard lights or call 112 like Lauren did.

Too bad the mobile phone companies don’t give you this little bit of wonderful information. 

So now it’s your turn to let your friends know about 112 
(112 is an emergency number on your mobile that takes you straight to the police because 999 does not work if you have no signal). 
This is good information that I did not know! 

Please pass on to all your friends, especially any females. 

As far as I am aware, 112 uses a system called triangulation so they can also pinpoint exactly where you are phoning from.

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