Looking back, I’ve always had more belief in songs than I have in religion. I don’t mean that to sound derogatory or offensive, in a lot of ways I envy others of such resolute devotion to their chosen institution. But for me, I never really got it, to be honest from a young age I... Continue Reading →
The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
Fear not, I’m not a disgraced medical professional’s widow on the warpath. For one, the last time I went blonde I resembled a mangy rescued mongrel after having to cut out chunks of matted hair with the kitchen scissors, and secondly, my sanity can barely withstand over an hour at a soft play centre with... Continue Reading →
What Would Jason Do?
Ever notice how when someone shines the spotlight on you, your brain immediately freezes? Every prior thought drains from you like rats fleeing a sinking ship. No? Just me then! I'd say I'm similar to Khaleesi, minus the dragons and the body. I'm more Maker of Chains and First to the Toilet than rightful heir... Continue Reading →
Duty of Care
Yes, it’s that time of year again. When, if like myself, you’re in charge of mini-people, you prepare to take a deep inhalation of breath as you squeeze through the toy aisles only to be shafted by the manufacturers who seem to affix prices with the randomness of the FA cup draw. The season when... Continue Reading →
Mr. Grey
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 →
Losing My Religion
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 →