Am I making the most of my day?

I was just lamenting to myself how much I dislike work at the moment, and that it’s really unfair that I have to spend the majority of my week there. And then I paused. I officially work 30.75 hours a week…although granted, on a bad […]

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A memorable date…

I’m pretty sure that there’s an episode of Sex and the City where Samantha realises half way through doing the deed that she had already slept with the same guy years before. He had remembered, she hadn’t.   Well I have recently had the PG rated […]

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I’ve started running.

    I know, that wasn’t three words I thought I’d ever see written down in my blog. Well unless it was ‘I’ve started running for the ice cream van’ or ‘I’ve started running out of gin’ or ‘I’ve started running away from my dates’. […]

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I’m sorry I’m the mum you hate. 

I’ve recently realised that I’m one of those mum’s. I sewed buttons and cuffs on one of Charlotte’s dresses and hunted down gold balloons so she could be Veruca Salt for Reading Week’s fancy dress day. I sent my daughter to school on Red Nose […]

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An alternative Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day everyone, or Mothering Sunday if you’re the traditional type! I hope you’ve all managed to get a lie in (what that means with the clocks going forward I don’t actually know), some version of breakfast in bed and have been presented with […]

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Road Trip to the National Space Centre

Charlotte and I had a well deserved day out yesterday. We had nothing planned for the weekend and, because Charlotte’s theme at school is Space and because we’ve watched, what seems like 101 experiments with Tim Peake and Chris Hadfield on YouTube over the past […]

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Dropping the F-bomb.

I’m holding my hands up…I’m a sweary mum. I TRY my hardest to keep it clean whilst Charlotte is around but if some knobhead (oops) cuts me up in traffic I am likely to call him (or her) out on it at high volume and […]

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Picking up the pieces. 

When a boy broke my heart in college I remember my mum came and gave me big hugs whilst I cried myself to sleep.I was on summer holidays so I moped around feeling sorry for myself for a few days, talking to friends about what […]

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Walking on the tight rope.

Mental health is a bitch. It is a reactive, sensitive balancing act that, for some, seems like no problem at all and for others can be a precarious tight rope walk, just waiting to fall and hoping there is a net somewhere deep below.  I […]

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