Mum’s The Word!

If ever a woman utters the word "fine," you can be sure of one thing: SHE IS NOT FINE. IT IS NOT FINE. NOTHING IS EVER FINE.

Are YOU a Mombie?

Perhaps you are lying next to a cold, frigid Mombie in bed. Or perhaps you yourself are a Mombie who hasn't woken up yet from the nightmare.

Date Night

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…

Tin Happy Years

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…

Call me a Fool, but…

Happy April Fool's Day to all you old Fools out there. Another ludicrous day to mark something or other ridiculous. With its origins dating all the way back to the 14th Century, apparently April Fool's Day is good for one's health - a tonic to encourage laughter, diminish stress and reduce the strain on one's heart. That would…

The G.R

Apparently I have a new pet name. I call it a "pet"name in a last-ditch attempt to glean even the tiniest scrap of cuddly, candy-floss cuteness from it's damn-right pettiness. Today and only today, I am willing to call it a "pet" name, in the spirit of February 14th (AKA Valentine's Day), on which day surely everyone is entitled to…

The Full-time Wife

Since becoming an FTM, I figured that it was about time I stepped up to the plate and become an FTW at the same time. Yes, that's right. A full-time-mum and a full-time-wife. A mean feat after nearly eight years handcuffed together in sworn allegiance. But with two for the price of one, my other-half was…

The Seven Year Itch

Last week the Mr and I celebrated having survived another year of marriage, quite remarkably, to each other. And what better way to mark yet another year of wonderful wedded bliss and matrimonial melodramas, than by having ourselves a very clean weekend away with one another. Plus two. Happy anniversary Darling. You see, my old fellow and I…

The Ten O’clock Rule

It's 10.36 on a Saturday night And I'm in bed. I'm in bed with a reputation that is starting to precede me. Dinner-party done, table tidied, guests gone. It's only 10.36 pm and already I'm tucked up, amid crisp white layers of laundry-fresh bedded bliss. Delicious. Delicious it may sound, from time to time, either alone…

Marriage Management

Recently I had a date. Boyish good looks, medium height, of average build. Rugged [from afar], unshaven [from up close]. Big brown eyes, floppy hair, T-shirt, jeans, holes, creases - the works. Oh and married. With kids. Double trouble?  Apparently not. For, despite his 1 out of 10 for effort, my internet-acquired beau and I…