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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
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
"This Mummy would rather mummify herself in soggy toilet paper and bury herself underground in a coffin, rather than Do Halloween"
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
As a seasoned traveller and a mum of multiple Terror Tots, I was feeling pretty shit-hot when it came to preparing for this year's long-awaited #familygetaway. In fact, without scribbling down anything even remotely resembling a list, one could argue that I was verging on the cocky. However, on this particular occasion, it seems I… Continue reading Top Ten Holiday (with toddler) Hacks
When my Other Half pulls out a shirt from the dark, dusty depths of his Man Cupboard, I know I'm in for a rare treat. So rarely even caught sight of in fact, said shirt may as well be The Wedding Shirt for all the use it's had over the past 10 years. Reserved for… Continue reading Date Night
When one hears the word "Tin", what generally springs to mind is a tin of flaked tuna, a singleton's serving of chunky vegetable soup or some sugar-free baked beans. A gloopy cocktail of syrup, in a negligible amount of fruit, a fat-free, caffeine-free, everything-free Coke Zero or maybe even a G&T in a slimline can, if… Continue reading Tin Happy Years
When your Mother buys you a book with 248 pages solely dedicated to transforming "your home into a permanently tidy, clutter-free space," and with the precursor, "You're probably not going to like this Dear," you know you're in trouble. Last year and crucially, last year, my Mother gifted Marie Kondo's "The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying" to… Continue reading The Magic of Space
Happy May Day! Luckily for us Great Brits, this year May 1st fell on a Monday, which meant another Glorious and Great British Bank Holiday for us all to enjoy. But today wasn't going to be about BBQ's, queues and booze. Today was to be about fun and frolics at the village fete, fairies, faun, flowers and phallic looking… Continue reading MayDay MayDay