So what is all the fuss about? Mummy has decided to do some research into what really happens when one turns 40
Kick the shit out of Stress.
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
You know you're getting on when you receive an invitation to attend your High School Reunion. But this wasn't just any old invitation. It wasn't simply for a quick catch up and some snapchat selfies over coffee. This was for the Mother of all Reunions: The 20 Year Biggie. A chance to reconnect, reminisce and… Continue reading High School Reunion
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
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