TV & Radio Appearances
See Sonia on Maxine Mawhinney’s 'The Moment'
Hear Sonia on Jeremy Vine’s Radio 2 Show
Listen here to Sonia speaking with Jeremy Vine on his BBC Radio 2 show on Friday 9th March about the blog, her mum’s hilarious antics, taking listener questions and highlighting the issues with growing up with a mentally ill parent.
Sorry – for walking in front of you. Sorry – for you letting me go first. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Why do we Brits say it all the time and rarely mean it? It’s a bit like ‘fine’ when we probably mean the opposite. Funny old thing, language. Tony & I have come to Spain for a couple of weeks and when I told Mum she said “Sorry you’re having to go all that way”.read more
Mum is enthralled with watching a repeat of the the royal wedding, but thinks the venue is rather odd. "It's a bit of a knockdown place don't you think?" sniffs my Mum. A knockdown place Mum? I'm not sure what you mean. "Knockdown, you know!" She's sounding...read more
A little pile of plain digestive biscuits, a cheeky smile and my mum's soft hand encasing mine - these are the presents I love. In the old days she used to buy the most extraordinary array of gifts from extravagant to plain loopy. Everything had a reason somewhere...read more
When did your mum tell you the REAL story about the birds and the bees? in front of the school? In the middle of a film screening? No? You do surprise me. Forget trying to watch a film or a TV show with Mum around. Anything on screen only serves as a trigger for...read more
Flower arranging - such a lovely sounding activity. Peaceful, colourful, relaxing unless you grew up with my flame-haired volcano of a mother. Spring is here and the daffodils are nodding, the snowdrops are peeping, blossoms are warming up for their big entrance. ...read more
“The Hurling” is my and Mum’s code for a situation where you get so frustrated, angry and irrational, the only thing to do is hurl things. “I had a hurling last week, Sonia darling” Mum told me once with a mischievous giggle in her voice. She’d hurled two cups of coffee over the care home fence as it had got too cold – no doubt losing essential temperature while she was throwing biscuits into the laps of her fellow residents. She referred to another hurling recently, but couldn’t quite remember why she’d done it; something to do with clothes. Knowing not to directly question or contradict her I told her that I felt like having one myself last Friday. She went quiet for a while, breathing hard into the telephone, took a sharp breath and asked “But you didn’t though, did you? Promise me you didn’t”.read more