My Mum…Jackie Moo

The seventeen-year-old bride, 18-year-old mother, 21-year-old divorcee; Courier-Mail Girl Friday, Governess, Jillaroo, Pub Chef, Telephonist, Retailer; speed freak, classic car lover, determined driver; Mastermind cracker, cryptic crossword conquerer, jigsaw fiend, avid book consumer and lover of music, Vin Diesel Movies, crafts and critters.

And, able to skin a Kangaroo, decorate a wedding cake, grow an English rose in desert soil, brew ginger beer, chatter in French and produce gloriously decadent Christmas Puddings, her kids will maim their fellow siblings for.

Proud Brit, an Australian citizen with a masters in parenting, majoring in common sense with a touch of latitude. Stubborn, opinionated, unconditionally loving, caring and nurturing – Jackie Muir – our sage, counsellor, psychologist, our Mum, our GrandMamma, our rock.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mamma

We love you to the moon and back.
Jane, Fiona, Felicity, Allie and Gemma, Stacey, Jonathan, Jayden and Lilly and associated  hangers-on  xx