There would appear to be two camps when it comes to the Summer Holidays; those parents who L O V E them, who can’t tell you enough how much they love spending time with their children; then there are those who visibly shudder at the mention of it, and who dread six continuous weeks with… Read More Summer Holidays: Love them or Loathe them? Here’s How I Manage them…
I am not a political commentator. I don’t know endless facts. I don’t know any facts (thanks to spin and manipulation, no-one does). I can’t give you any hard and fast concrete reasons, for doing one thing or the other. I can listen to either side and see their points. I don’t like the figureheads… Read More The Deliberation of Brexit
I heard something on TV very briefly the other week about it being ‘common’ (what a word) to obsessively keep your house clean. I suppose this stems from the days of the lower classes being ‘the help’ and then maintaining those standards at home, along with the sampler phrases of ‘cleanliness is next to Godliness’.… Read More Too Posh to Clean?
Is it always wrong to tell a lie? I remember when I was growing up that my Mum said sometimes it was ok to tell a ‘white’ lie, you know, the one where you tell a lie to be polite, like saying dinner at a friend’s house was delicious, when in fact you would have… Read More White Lies
I went through a bit of a weird patch after I had The Big Little Man. I really struggled to find my groove. Who was I? What did I like to do? A lot of that was to do with PND, but on the most shallow side of it, was what I was wearing.… Read More Finding my Groove
So, what do you do when your baby is born with a head full of ginger hair when neither you, nor your partner is ginger, and you weren’t expecting it? You might have even joked about the possibility when you were pregnant, then dismissed it with a snigger. But now, you’re looking at your baby… Read More The Unexpected Ginger Baby
Follow for a Follow? Not Here I can’t be the only one who finds it awkward when I get requested on social media by someone who I feel obligated to accept, or ‘follow back’? It was part of the reason I deleted the Facebook app – because I found myself submerged in the stories of… Read More Follow for a Follow?