The school bells rings and my children tear out, bags falling from their arms, coats flapping like capes behind them. They fly onto the nearest patch of grass and run, yelp, kick balls, chase friends. If you ever needed an image to describe living without a care – then this is it. Behind them, my…

In retrospect I am not sure why I thought it was a good idea.  What sane person goes clothes shopping only days after the festive period has finished, when mince pies hang heavy on the hips and mulled wine lingers lusciously on the bosom. But yet I went, like a naive solider into battle, I…

It has occurred to me lately that you have to make the most of the hand you are dealt, and ensure normality remains throughout all the abnormal rubbish that threatens your daily routine.  Because if you can’t lead by example to your kids, and teach them to rise above everything that life throws at you, then…

I ran today, outside, in the rain.  I feel that we know each too well now for me to lie to you, so I will share the truth.  I found running fecking awful, my calves were tighter than a ducks bottom under water, and the arches in my feet felt like knives were stabbing into them every…

When a conversation starts, “Mummy, will I have a moustache one day like you.” You accept it is going to be a bad day. When that comment comes from your perfectly smooth chinned seven year old son, you accept the day can probably get worse. You try and leave the bathroom to avoid the barrage of…