Every child has a place, every child has a voice at Brownies.
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.
Kick the shit out of Stress.
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
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
It's Mental Health Awareness week. So let's talk about mental health. The truth of the matter is that 1 in 6 adults experience mental health problems in the UK. So if you're not feeling it, then the likelihood is that someone close to you is. From fed-up, depression, anxiety and stress, to bipolar, schizophrenia, post traumatic… Continue reading Let’s talk about Mental Health
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
Recently, I was out on an adult-only evening which involved completing a meal in its entirety, whilst simultaneously engaging in civilised conversation, when my very adult friend asked if I would like to join her new book club. A book club? [I scoffed]. Now there's a laugh. Isn't that where grown-ups meet on a regular basis to unlock the… Continue reading Diary of a Wimpy Mum
Last week someone, who shall remain anonymous, came to me with a problem. It was quite out of character. And it was quite out of the blue. A shocking self-discovery that took myself and this someone, who shall remain anonymous, rather by surprise. As problems go, it wasn't catastrophic. There was no narcotic addiction, there was… Continue reading Tickle Me Quick