If you don't laugh, you'll cry…
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
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 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
Roll on the Great British Bank Holiday. A delightful long weekend in which important, tired and hard-working people get to rest their weary heads, and less important but equally as tired and hard-working FTM's get to, quite frankly, carry on regardless. A joyful time in which the Great British Public love to either a) inebriate themselves over three consecutive days, whilst manning a… Continue reading The Great British Bank Holiday
The GR has resurrected herself. Bang on cue. Just in time for Easter. It's Day 1 of the "holidays" and her timing is impeccable once again. Her little-black-cloak has been dry-cleaned, in honour of the numerous jollifications planned and her scythe has been sharpened, ready to strike anyone or anything that, quite frankly, has the audacity to Gd'dam… Continue reading The Resurrection
It's that time of year again. Another day to commemorate something or other incredibly meaningful. But this time it's not International Day of Happiness (that was last week apparently), World Health Day (that's next week, if you're interested), or Global Wind Day (this one's in June, if you celebrate making wind). No, today is all about… Continue reading Mothering Sunday: The T’s and C’s
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… Continue reading The G.R
