put the gin down, it’s here at last…

Its here, it has finally arrived. Hours, days, weeks of waiting have passed. Sometimes the agony of being patient has been almost too much to bear but my endurance has finally paid off and it has come. … [Read more...]

Tell me why?

There are some key advantages to being five.  … [Read more...]

When death touched me…..

I thought yesterday was going to be a normal day, I didn't know it was going to be one that would shape the rest of my life for ever. I didn't know that I would face today a new woman with a renewed purpose in life. … [Read more...]

Slapped in the face with a raw, wet kipper….

Dear teacher, I feel we have formed a bond over the last five weeks and I can move past writing to you in diary form and just address you direct.  I am here as the ghost of school days future, appearing in front of you as warning to appreciate the present and don't do as I did and waste the time you had.  You know how twin boy and girl went to stay with their nanny for two weeks and he who … [Read more...]

Happy Blog Day…

Happy Blogday me … [Read more...]

Parental Happiness Is….

Parental Happiness is... Exiting the house before 9am without suffering a sore throat from all that shouting. Struggling into a pair of size twelve jeans without a five year old asking why don't you buy clothes that fit? … [Read more...]

Daddy’s taking us…….

This time last week I was an exhausted wreck; it was day five of my, as the cool kids call it, staycation, and I was so weary it was obscene.  In order to rid myself of working mother's guilt I found myself spending every second either hunting fairies, assuming the role of the shark in the swimming pool, or bopping away at a children's festival or preparing yet another picnic.  Day … [Read more...]

I feel dirty – part two….

Following on from my review last week of the Vileda Power Scourer Range I have managed to keep my new-found skills of washing up hidden from he who helped create them.  I have hidden the scourers and use the dirty old dishcloth when he is about, but if my mum is popping over or one of my *cough* posher friends I whip them out and clean off the mugs and the biscuit plate.  So he who helped … [Read more...]

Tale of Terror

Two of the things I find most stressful in life are hearing BB cry and being useless to help and driving in London city centre. Today I got to drive through London city centre with BB screaming in the back. Its a wonder I survived. … [Read more...]

Day 26: Dear Teacher…

Summer holiday diary entry for Twin Boy Day 26 : unknown Summer holiday diary entry for Twin Girl Day 26 : unknown Summer holiday diary entry for me, Day 26... … [Read more...]