Love wins. I am currently sitting on my couch watching the OneLove concert in Manchester. In case you don’t know what this is, it’s a concert orchestrated by Ariana Grande after the terror attack at her Manchester gig almost two weeks ago, in aid of the victims. Firstly I want to absolutely congratulate Ariana on… Continue reading Love Wins
Dear Ben, I feel as if I can call you Ben, rather than Mr Shephard, because I feel as if I know you quite well. I see you at least three times a day; I often see more of you than I do my own husband. Neither me or my husband are wholly comfortable with this… Continue reading An open letter to Ben Shephard…or ‘Daddy Tipping Point’ as he is known to us.
I actually don’t like New Year’s Eve. I find it a whole lot of hype for nothing and being a teacher my new year technically starts on September 1st. I also find the ‘New year, new me’ resolutions spectacularly boring BUT I can see the advantage of embracing a new mind-set and having goals. The… Continue reading New Year – Same Me (with some slight adaptations)
We do try and eat out with the boys, we like eating out and I think it’s important to introduce them to new foods and new situations. Little Monkey is a dream to dine out with; he will choose a good table, peruse the menu, take full advantage of the coloured pencils and activity sheets… Continue reading Eating Out With Kids – one of those things that sane parents probably don’t do.
‘It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…’I don’t know if it’s because I’m an Autumn baby or because I just never know how to dress for boiling hot weather, but I love the cold. I love the rainbow of multicoloured leaves, I love layers of snuggly jumpers, I love walks in boots and coats… Continue reading Christmas and being spotted…no autographs please!
Today I’m poorly. It’s not surprising really; it’s the last weekend of the holidays and back to work on Monday. I’ve been pretty healthy all summer, my hair hasn’t been dried and straightened for six weeks, my feet have been in flip flips every day and I’ve worn make up twice. My body is… Continue reading Da Sniffles
In a pale puddle of moonlight, Scarlett padded her way over the sand towards the water’s edge. The waves lapped gently, sending volts of electric cold shooting through her feet and up her legs; chilling her bones to the very core. Her tears mixed with the salty water as she waded in to the sea.… Continue reading Roses Bleed Red