The M Girls.

I’ve been finding things difficult lately, let’s face it who hasn’t? This lockdown has been hard, harder than the first, dark cold nights, no socially distant driveway drinks and working from home coffee breaks with the neighbours, no garden to finish and play in, bad weather preventing decent walks and just generally that feeling of,…

Victim shaming.

I nearly didn’t write this, but then it true me style I thought, “fuck it” I mean it needs to be said doesn’t it? We’re all a bit guilty of this to be honest, myself included. You’ve all probably seen the news of Sarah Everard and the wave of social media posts shouting out about…

We are family.

So we don't really have family, it's just me and little P. And Granny T. But that's it, me, P and my mum. Yes we have more, but my brother and his clan live abroad with us only having Face Time and transatlantic flights to maintain the connection and love. Day to day it's just…

I love you mum!

When little P turned 1, we had a Hungry Caterpillar themed birthday and I made her a memories box, in fact a good friend bought her a lovely personalised wooden box for everything to go in. It’s lush. And I’ve filled it and hidden it away ready to wrap and give to her on her…

Who said that?

One of my most popular posts is about not letting anyone tell you that you can’t do something, but often I find that person is me. Don’t get me wrong there’s times in life when someone else makes you believe you cannot do or achieve something but that’s only really because you allow them to.…

Guilty as charged.

I don't really know where to start with this one. Probably as the beginning is best. Seems petty though now I'm writing it down into words, but it's the thought pattern that this morning's events lead to that I'm brooding over. Little P banged her head, she ran smack into the corner of the car…

Handkerchief in his pocket.

I'm not meant to be writing right now, well actually I am, I'm supposed to be finishing my assignment ready to hand in at the end of the week...so I'm procrastinating...for a change. The thing is, when I write a blog post it's because I'm compelled to, something sparks or I'm mulling over something and…

Magic Tricks.

It’s hard being 3! No I mean it, it’s really hard being 3 years old. The goal posts move all the time, us grown ups but boundaries and rules in place that stifle freedom and expression then the next minute something that’s not allowed is allowed because the situation is different, but at 3 years…

Your favourite.

Today’s not been a good day and quite frankly I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself. I’ll allow myself a bit of wallowing though, we’re all allowed it once in awhile and recent circumstances call for it a bit...as long as we don’t stay there. Anyway, it’s been really our first day stuck in, it’s…