This morning the 5yo gouged the face of the 4yo. Luckily we’d recently cut off all her nails so all she left were red marks that quickly faded. An hour later, en route to that there London, the 4yo retaliated,
Where are all the angry people?
I was talking to an old friend this week, remembering a time when we were both much younger. It’s funny where the tendrils of nostalgia take you – I got to thinking about activism, about taking a stand, shouting your
An Amazing Adventure
Sometimes you meet someone and it feels like it was ‘meant to be’. Maybe you’ve admired them from afar before getting up the nerve to talk to them properly, and when you finally do you launch into a friendship that
Horses sweat, men perspire, women merely glow…
I’m a runner. This time last week I’d have been unqualified to say that. You could have probably had me pulled over by the running ombudsman and challenged that my occasional run/walk around country lanes signified nothing more than attempted
Who killed the Cheerleader?
I failed the Gallery challenge to find my favourite photo last week.. Even after I’d gone to the trouble of trying to bribe the eternally wonderful Spudballoo I just couldn’t find the right image. In the end I crawled away
Blog Ranking Systems – How and why does Wikio do it?
After Wikio contacted me recently to be one of the bloggers to preview the October rankings I got to thinking, and talking to others about ranking systems and why they’re there. I’ve always believed that rankings were compiled through some
Giveaway and Reviews. Lately we’re loving education, no nits, Jamie Oliver & blooms
Soooo, where were we? Well, it would appear that I’ve become the online goto woman for headlice related information – which is nice and I suppose fair, given my *ahem* previous condition. I have to thank the very lovely people
Is it time to kick it into touch?
So this week I was skirting round the blogosphere, as you do, and I read this post on MumsRock about changing career paths. I skimmed it yesterday, and then today was drawn to return because something’s nagging at me and
And then she pokes him in the eye….
I love books, love the whole process of falling into a book, have lots countless nights when I couldn’t bear to sleep before I’d finished a book and like nothing more than to lose myself in someone else’s world. I’m
You can see what it is now….
With apologies to Very Bored in Catalunya and anyone else who might have been waiting on the answers to this visual quiz, I was laid up with a nasty dose of female manflu last week and couldn’t blog it. Anyways,