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Last week, The Terror Tots unanimously declared that they prefer School's meatballs to mine. Despite the fact that my own hand-rolled meatylicious balls, coated in hand-pressed super-six, hidden vegetable ragout, haven't gone down so well of late, I hadn't anticipated the need for a vote and I certainly hadn't expected to fail so miserably. And… Continue reading Spaghetti Betty
Mummy’s knowledge of music these days is limited to classical adaptations of Baa Baa Black Sheep
Uniform adj remaining the same in all cases and at all times; unchanging in form or character. Uniformity noun quality or state of being uniform. Mummy has decided that in her old age, she rather likes Uniformity. For example, when organising the household and tending to the Terrors, Mummy prefers everything to be Uniform in nature. When loading the… Continue reading Uniformity
Kick the shit out of Stress.
"This Mummy would rather mummify herself in soggy toilet paper and bury herself underground in a coffin, rather than Do Halloween"
There are some things in life that not even the most Super of Super Mums can prepare herself adequately for. Believe it or not, there exist such monstrous things, the horrors of which, no amount of list building, psychological support, mindfulness or strong black coffee can protect us from. These things include death, divorce, moving… Continue reading The Alternative A-Z of Moving House
Mummy is feeling somewhat excitable. She has left the Mad House behind with nothing more than a blushing red handbag and an overnight bag! Mummy has been allowed to leave the fray for one night only, so that she can attend an incredibly grown-up evening of socialising and fine dining at, wait for it -… Continue reading One Way Ticket To Freedom
31st August 2017 Dear Future (wiser and more organised) Self, It's a day before the kids go back to school and I'm in a bad way. Not withstanding the fact that I am already experiencing withdrawal symptoms at the mere thought of being wrenched apart from my Precious Brood at the school gates, I am… Continue reading Back to School
The end of "The Hellidays" is well and truly in sight. And if you've survived the summer thus far, then give yourself a pat on the back - you are doing exceptionally well. Whether you've been on holiday, are going on holiday or are even considering simply stepping foot inside an airport ever again, then… Continue reading Cabin Fever