Birthday, boobs and beards….

There is a new fear that comes with birthdays over 40, that no one warned me about. When I woke up this morning, 9 years off my fiftieth birthday, I actually reached into my underwear…

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Inflatables, spas and going out out…..

Last year, I looked forward to my birthday with the excitement of a small child as they put out the cookies for Santa. I turned 40 – I had spent a year ticking adventures off…

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Laundry and Life – Making it easier….

Where did the summer go. It feels like forever since the kids and I were frolicking in the sea on our jollies, and the harsh reality of school, work and clubs has settled back into…

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Things I have learnt being 40

This time last year I was still a delicate young thing, tottering on the edge of my thirties. Birthday celebrations were well underway as the big 4 0 was set to dominate a month.   I…

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Dear Type One, kindly feck off…

Dear Type 1, Hi….. How to start. You moved in with us six years ago, I’d like to note that you have not paid a single penny towards the mortgage or even the food bills. …

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