I don’t sleep. Or rather I don’t sleep much. Last night it was definitely after 4am before the sleep fairy came a’calling and it’s been a while since I dropped off before 2am. Needless to say, I’m knackered. I look
Am I missing something?
So, ‘Something For The Weekend’ – what’s that all about then? Seeing it for the first time at the weekend – finger, pulse? *ahem* – I really didn’t know what to make of it. We have Tim Lovejoy being Tim
So that was the noughties….
In 1999, as Prince did his thing and everyone else was quaffing champagne and wondering if we were about to encounter a digital apocalypse, I was laid up suffering my own version of the Millenium Bug, replete with Aloe laden
Choices, genetic coding and BoysV9
I often look at my children and wonder how their personalities came to be so completely different. Given the same set of choices, the same rules and parameters, they will come to three very different conclusions or points in time.
Cleaning obsessed? Not so much…
Theories often abound that we are a nation obsessed with cleaning, that if we just relaxed a little then childhood asthma, eczema, allergies and the like would all just fade away back to pre-war levels.
Letting it go….
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,
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
Tired
Today I am tired. To my deepest core, tired. Even raising a smile feels like an effort and all I really want to do is curl up like a toddler and hope that someone airlifts me to my bed.
And the award for most over-expectant parent goes to….
I wish I’d written down all of the things I swore I’d never do. It would be hysterical to look back on it now and muse on how high my expectations were. I’d like to interview my former self and
Not In My Back Yard…
Nimbyism is a great thing isn’t it? Here in dear old middle England we positively excel at it: “We’re drowning in rubbish, we need a new landfill site…” “WHAT?! Not in my back yard…!!” “There’s a housing crisis, we’re looking