Aging can be a real bastard. I remember older women warning me when I was younger to appreciate all I had. My boobs that were pert, my chin that was hairless, my eyesight which was…

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I have three cats. I don’t give them as much blog attention as Rosie the stupid Labrador.  Predominantly because we don’t really get along as well, and I don’t really want to pander to their…

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My kids are ace. Although don’t let them catch me using that word, as apparently “ace” is terribly out of fashion and utterly cringeworthy when uttered out loud.  Multiplied by a zillion when said by…

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I remember when the kids were little, and I felt like I was drowning in nappies and toddler tantrums. Image courtsey of Shutterstock I always presumed the path of parenting would get easier…. How wrong…

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This weekend marked a few momentous occasions. 1. 65 days of no alcohol 2. A purchase and wearing of a pair of size 10 jeans 3. My first weekend away without the aid of alcohol…

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