Summer wasn’t meant to be this way. Summer was meant to be about feeling the sun on your face, lifting your chin to let it filter down your body, enveloping you in a cocoon of gold.
She stares blankly at the walls. Undone. "What did I forget?"
“Jesus Christ woman, what is this?! I’ve just got off an eight hour flight, I don’t need this crap!” Gripping the kitchen chair, she pulled the wooden seat tight against her thighs, ready to assume the crash position.
There I was, foetally curled, waiting for something to happen. My beautiful boy didn’t stumble back to his bed, he lay down, spooning me and pulling as many towels as he could over the two of us. And there we lay…
A little earlier today the Boy Wonder was dropped off after his hockey tournament. He came running up with a massive grin, eager to show me his medal. His dad had stayed for the first half of the morning and
I’m having one of those days, slightly ranty, more than a little frazzled and confused, always confused… Everywhere I turn I see fabulous women and men with real talent who are paralysed by insecurity, or juggling everything to make things
This could so easily have been a ranty post: This was the week that the twin apostles of anti-feminism, Jones & Moir, appeared fixated on destroying my mojo with their hatred of ‘the normal woman’. Their Eurovision style bid to
Thanks to all of you who shared your thoughts on the original penknife dilemma, I really appreciated all of your opinions and it helped a lot when we sat down and made ‘the decision’…… *drum roll*…..
I’ve come to the conclusion that every future blog post I write will have to be completed in two minutes flat because that’s about all the time I EVER get without a “Mummmmmeeeeeeeee” interrupting or a phone ringing or a
How many times have you heard that? People say it to me all the time, generally accompanied with a sympathetic look that says “You’re a bit of a geek.” So I try, again, to explain what it’s all about, and
This week we will celebrate the 8th birthday of The Boy Wonder. This comes as no real surprise to me. On the whole I’ve remained conscious throughout that time and have watched my first born grow into a pretty cool
(Many) years ago, after leaving University, one of my first jobs was working in Clinton Cards. Hardly what I imagined when I donned the gown and hat thing and collected my scrolled certificate, but there we are. Not just any
Usually, when things go wrong in hopeless house we turn to ‘other people’ for help. If we’re lucky this might mean that my dad is in the vicinity and able to lug a well-stocked tool box in to solve the
Any chance you could grab your marigolds and race over here for a cuppa and er, a major clean of my house? My list to output ratio is looking pathetically unbalanced, and I simply cannot get it all done. I