tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post5439838272558279090..comments2024-03-02T18:40:42.922+00:00Comments on Adventures of a Middle-Aged Matron: The Day of RestAdventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-48243148463131160192014-07-21T21:24:36.681+01:002014-07-21T21:24:36.681+01:00Gracious, I lead a life of leisure then and it har...Gracious, I lead a life of leisure then and it hardly ever involves cooking!Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-63146611009046598062014-07-21T21:23:43.844+01:002014-07-21T21:23:43.844+01:00Very neat! I like that...Very neat! I like that...Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-47592279972461234202014-07-04T08:18:48.544+01:002014-07-04T08:18:48.544+01:00It is well known in Jewish life that the day of re...It is well known in Jewish life that the day of rest, involving 2 or 3 large celebratory meals in a clean and shining house, often with guests, is no such thing for the housewife (working or otherwise). My friend's mother used to have the tradition that from 6pm on a Saturday evening, she was done. She did no work, dishes, preparing food, sewing up trousers, tidying, anything all night. Of course she was up at 7 am on a Sunday morning catching up on the laundry. ;)Rachel Selbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13113411205306116614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-20025966130056886352014-07-02T08:52:12.385+01:002014-07-02T08:52:12.385+01:00A day of wrest, perhaps. As in wrestling.A day of wrest, perhaps. As in wrestling.Iota https://www.blogger.com/profile/08507184283437057648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-90265053905222152412014-06-30T09:32:38.411+01:002014-06-30T09:32:38.411+01:00My kids think every day is a day of rest for me be...My kids think every day is a day of rest for me because I don't go to school.Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-51795641195120033902014-06-30T09:32:12.357+01:002014-06-30T09:32:12.357+01:00You are so kind! What a lovely thing to say.You are so kind! What a lovely thing to say.Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-36080488186413897122014-06-30T09:03:34.732+01:002014-06-30T09:03:34.732+01:00Kids! And is there a day of rest for a Mum?Kids! And is there a day of rest for a Mum?Jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08805509603176943176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-54831354351765770432014-06-29T16:40:08.466+01:002014-06-29T16:40:08.466+01:00Oh, I do adore your blog. Sniggering like a loon,...Oh, I do adore your blog. Sniggering like a loon, as ever.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09674142239118202148noreply@blogger.com