Bouche is back

I posted a couple of times last week. A brief picture post and my follow up post on Jimmy Savile. I needed easing in gently. The past three months have been hectic, emotional and pretty awful to be honest. Mr Bouche lost his mum six weeks ago after a mere 8 months of battling cancer and hence I have really not felt like writing.
He is obviously devastated and although I am trying to be the best support that I can, I also miss her immensely. Some days I break down and some days it still doesn’t feel real. Grief is a bizarre thing and I think Mr Bouche and I are in for some emotional roller coaster rides in the coming weeks and months.
I don’t necessarily think Bouche in the city is somewhere to share my thoughts, memories and sadness. As my wonderful mother in law would not want me to pour out my thoughts about her in such a public way.
She would however want me to get back to blogging (which I love) and write some humorous, witty and random posts. So that is what I am going to do. I am feeling like my mojo is returning slightly and I am feeling ready to write. I am sure some of the posts I will write in the coming weeks will be utter bollocks but I will write them all the same!
I hope I haven’t lost any of my audience (if sparse at times) and my coming posts are not too shabby.
Sorry I have been away but I know you will all understand! (And if you don’t you can do one!)

Bouche x x x


Maid of honour

When I was a little girl, I dreamt of having a sister (my actual sister was born when I was 23) I was stuck with brothers and they didn’t appreciate it when I tried to turn them into a sister, with the help of Mum’s Wardrobe and some makeup. So when my Mum’s sister had a baby girl, I was in my element. We lived in different counties but our Mum’s were close, so we grew up together. I used to get so excited when I knew I was going to see my cousin, so much so that on one occasion I actually wet myself in the car journey there.
Although our worlds were very different, I lived in a very middle class street with parents that were still together and financially, I guess we were doing better than most. My cousin was born to a teenage mum, with a wayward dad and lived in a poor part of town. It didn’t matter to me that we were a little different. I loved being with her and often used to beg my mum and Dad to let me stay there in the holidays.
As we grew into adults we both became distant from our Mum’s and for a short time we became a little distant ourselves ( Our mother’s doing,it is probably important to mention). We both knuckled down and got good jobs, along with settling down and deciding to marry wonderful men.
In the past two years we have become closer than ever and, when my cousin told me that she was getting married I was thrilled for her. She excitedly told me of her plans and the things she had seen for her big day. She asked my advice and I was happy to find nail salons and veils.
Back in the summer, she asked me to organise her hen weekend. I was thrilled to be getting involved. I won’t lie, organising so many women was hard work but we had a great time in Brighton earlier this month. She also asked me to make a speech as sadly her parent’s nor sister will be present at the wedding.
Apparently, I am good at talking and she wanted someone who had known her all her life to speak in place of the father of the bride’s speech. I was very choked up when she asked and even as I am writing the speech, I have emotional moments.
So you can imagine what I was like when she asked me to be her bridesmaid. A blubbering mess to be precise. So Easter Saturday, I have the honour of being the maid, the father and the cousin. She is going to make me so proud and I hope I say and do all that is required. So that everyone knows how much I love her and am so proud of her and all that she has achieved and become.

Bouche x x x

The old lady

Whilst watching Eastenders this evening, Derek referred to Pat as ‘the old lady’. Which instantly made me think about  my Nanny. I have wanted to write a post about her for so long but I have been waiting on some old photos from my Mum.

My Nanny, was always referred to as The Old Lady by my Dad, his brothers, my Grandad and literally all the family. As a young woman she was known for being a social butterfly. She was always immaculately turned out and enjoyed a drink and a dance. I remember hearing one story where she was dancing and had a full skirt on. She spun around on the dance floor, and exposed her knickers which matched her skirt and which she wore over her tights!

My earliest memory of my Nanny is at a family party and she was having a good dance on the dance floor. I was about three and I was mesmerised by her. I watched her dancing for a while before she scooped me up in her arms and started dancing with me.  


I was named after my Nanny whose name was Joan. I don’t think it was just the name I inherited from Nanny, I am also known for my love of a good boogie.

Nanny had four sons, so when I was born, the first granddaughter, I was spoilt rotten. I always remember my childhood christmas’ at Nanny and Grandad’s and they were fabulous. We always played lots of games and Nanny’s cooking was pretty terrible, but we didn’t care. We loved being there!

As time went on, Nanny and Grandad split and divorced and Nanny met and later married a lovely man.They moved to Leeds and I saw her less frequently. Soon after my Dad was diagnosed with HD, Nanny was also diagnosed too.

She soon swapped dancing for the church and travelled the world whilst she still could. As the disease took hold and she became very poorly, I decided to see her less and less. I was scared and I didn’t want to see her sick. I wanted to remember her as the social butterfly, she once was.

Nanny passed away in 2007. I was devastated and even though almost five years have passed it still feels recent. I am sad she never got to see me get married but I hope she was watching over us.

So to The Old Lady, you are gone but never forgotten and every time I dance, I dance for you.

Bouche x x x

The Beckham Effect

So the newest edition to the Beckham family arrived yesterday and whilst Baby Beckham’s name is a little different (Harper Seven, if you hadn’t heard!) I am sure the new addition has made their life complete. I mean there is nothing else that this couple and their children could possibly want in their lives surely?

I heard a story about the Beckham’s recently and although it didn’t surprise me it leaves me a little disappointed. An unsuspecting member of the public had what the Beckham’s wanted. Namely a venue booked for their wedding which the Beckham’s wanted to book for the same day. The Beckham’s literally made an offer Joe Public could not refuse and the Beckham’s got their way.

With this in mind it has made me think about the knock on effect celebrities like the Beckham’s have on society. I am not singling them out, z listers who are famous for doing sod all are also to blame as are Wags and footballers.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be one of two things when I was a grown up. I either wanted to be a hairdresser or a racing driver! My younger sister wants to be a footballer’s wife like Coleen Rooney or to win the X factor! Basically, she wants an extravagant life with no real hard work. It disappoints me as she is a bright girl and I hope she changes her mind and has bigger aspirations.

Little J has more aspirations and wants to be in the army but he is very materialistic and we try to tell him how lucky he is but when his classmates have blackberry’s and iPhones (I should add these children are 9 years old) he feels hard done by.

I went to a VIP event this weekend, where there were many celebs (mainly reality stars and tv personalities). I was very lucky as I didn’t have to pay for my ticket. However, I was astounded to see that there were young ladies in their early twenties dressed in couture, tottering about in Christian Laboutins, swinging their designer handbags after arriving in a beaten up old corsa. The same girls were hanging around the bar area saying to their equally glamorous friend that their ticket had cost them so much money that they couldn’t afford to buy a drink! Just to be there and to be seen, seem to validate their existence. (More on this, later this week!)

It seems to be that these celebrities, wags and reality stars make fame and fortune so appealing and so obtainable that my generation, the teens and even younger children want what they have.

No one seems to want to work hard to obtain a nice life anymore. I probably shouldn’t say want, no one wants to work, but I think you know what I mean. Everything is so much more lavish than ever before. Weddings are getting bigger and more expensive. It is the norm to get married in a castle. Don’t get me wrong, I love beautiful things, but I work hard for a new handbag or a gorgeous item of clothing. We had a small but beautiful wedding in a gorgeous venue. We knew our limits with our budget and were adamant that we wouldn’t be borrowing any money to do it.

The worst programme on TV is My super sweet 16 on MTV. I simply cannot watch it as it makes me so so angry. Obnoxious 16 year olds having parties which are so obscene it makes me feel sick. These teenagers have the latest chart topping artists singing to them and their closest 800 friends. Then, the parents present the most lavish birthday gift. This usually consists of a car or diamond encrusted watch / jewellery which costs in the region of two teachers salaries. I can’t even face posting a clip of it on here for you to view, because I simply cannot give this programme anymore airplay.

I am sorry to the Beckham’s that this may seem like an attack on you but this craze for fame, extreme extravagance, being famous for just being you seemed to start around the time you two got together. So unfortunately, it seems that you started the ball rolling!

I just hope we have some new role models coming soon. Where they have lovely things but work their arses off to get it!

Bouche x x x

HD Awareness week

Huntington’s awareness week

From the 13th – 19th June 2011, it is the National Awareness week for Huntington’s disease. Across the country there will be many fundraisers and awareness raising events.

On Saturday, I will be attending the annual summer party that it is held at my Dad’s care home. Birling house in Kent always hold a fantastic garden party, with live music and entertainment for the children. It is a wonderful opportunity for families to meet up and spend time with their loved ones and to catch up with other families dealing with HD. The summer garden party is always during HD awareness week.

I often find it difficult to visit Dad, but I always make sure I go regularly as he looks forward to my visits so much. I always look forward to the annual Birling house garden party. This is mainly because my Dad enjoys them so much and it allows me to catch up with other families with relatives at Birling house. I guess it makes me feel less isolated.

HD awareness week isn’t necessarily to raise much needed funds for the HDA but to do what it says on the tin, and raise awareness for an illness that many people have not heard of.

If you can spare ten minutes of your day today, please click on the below link. I don’t ask for funds for the HDA but to read about the illness, people’s stories and the amazing work that the HDA do.

Thank you

Bouche x x x