The trouble with glasses is that every time the frames touch my face I internally cringe, recalling the cheap blue and white striped plastic pair I was prescribed as an awkward kid. I have moved on from the jam jars mind. I tend to wear contacts mainly (or ton-tacts as my littlest refers to them)... Continue Reading →
No matter what the job entails, whenever someone discovers you work from home – the standard stock response is ‘oooh I’d LURVE to do that’. You could be packing organs for sale on the black market and they’d still ask how you managed to land such a plum role. Despite the fact that my work... Continue Reading →
I don’t know when it happened, but at some point I went from a 20+ something belting out one of Blur’s greatest hits with an oversized pint as they closed Glastonbury, to a 30+ something wedged halfway down a Little Tykes slide! It had to be on the rare day I was wearing shorts; the... Continue Reading →
Apparently, depression isn’t real, or so we’re led to believe, or at best it’s just a trumped up version of melancholy for society’s weakest to band about as a modern day ‘bad back’ disclaimer, some Monopoly get out of jail free card we can swipe at our employers, as though we’re waiting in line at... Continue Reading →
Let me take you on a journey, to a time before GHDs, when curtains and blond tips were all the rage for boys and Sister Unella wouldn’t cry out ‘shame’ behind you if you donned a scrunchie. When crimping was ‘in’ and it was de rigueur to style yourself on Madonna’s 80s look. So many... Continue Reading →
Taut skin and heartstrings You left me Hope begins to pass with each impression of the looking glass Time contracts as do I Close your eyes, stay awhile Hush my babies Eternal lullaby
I know what you’re thinking; what does that fitty from GoT have to do with accepting your body, but that exquisite example of prime time jailbait is the namesake for my pelvic floor tear which for years I avoided touching, let alone braving the mirror #thelaceswereintheywerein (honestly it looked like a blind man had used... Continue Reading →
Brooks (Shawshank Redemption) was right “the world went and got itself in a big damn hurry”; which is especially true in the case of technology. My first phone was a Siemens C45 – an absolute fossil by today’s models but at least you didn’t need an instruction manual to use it! Now I have a... Continue Reading →
The phrase death and taxes doesn’t sit right with me; I’ve never once been on the phone to Tax Credits, usually multitasking the pots with putting a wash on while on hold for 20+ minutes, the phone cradled between my shoulder and ear, and some scythe wielding deity of the underworld has materialised in my... Continue Reading →
I wouldn’t say my husband is naive when it comes to most things, that is usually my guilty trait, however, when it came to our nephew’s christening he boldly underestimated the god squad. All he had to do was tell a little fib in response to the question of whether or not he’d been christened,... Continue Reading →
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