J. Karst Journey in West Berkshire

     ‘Welcome to the new edition of this Guest Blog.  I am a full-time working mum of 2 boys and a published novelist of ‘The Ninth Cross’ by my pen name J. Karst. I get involved in trying that little bit I can in saving the environment for the future generations.’

The days are getting shorter and the little yellow thing that’s called sun is a thing of the past.

Each year this happens, I go through a metamorphosis and turn into a grumpy mamma bear.

As this year has been filled with so many cheerful occasions, my grumpy attitude has been slightly higher than normal and the need for hibernation is that little bit more critical.

Like a proper bear, I seek out the sweet fatty doughnuts, cakes, and chocolates. Even though this normally happens each year, the cubs ignore the signs a growling mother bear and had the cheek to raid her secret stash of lebkuchen.  

At that point mamma bear is trying to control her urge of become a single pringle of leaving her cubs behind to find another mate. Still, the little progeny, as if they smell blood, they go for the kill by finding the whole situation amusing by telling their friend to ignore the shouting as its just their hormonal mother.

 Usually, kids follow the warning of not poking a stick into a hornet nest, not to swim with hungry sharks, yet they are quite happy to enter a bedroom with hibernating mamma bear with attitude to explain who they managed to find that lebkuchen secret stash. 

That’s when they are lucky that it’s the end of the day and mamma bear is buried underneath the tog 100000 duvet. With a slight tired growl, she sends off her victorious offspring to their rooms before she has a kid for dinner. However, no matter how cheeky the cubs get they know one critical thing that even the daddy bear follows. None of them dares to turn down the heating…                       

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