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…

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…

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…

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…

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…