Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
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…
It would seem I am in a whole heap of shite. Today; today has been a revelation. I have discovered adultery, betrayal and I have sunk further into the pits of depression than I ever believed possible. The affair is unforgivable, I am a wreck, I feel empty. I don’t even know when it started,…
Once upon a time there lived a small family who lived in a curious one level house in a sleepy village to the south of England. The children were two babes born at the same time, who had suddenly reached the tremendous age of seven and one smaller bairn, who was terribly proud to be…
The drive was simply terrifying. I sat in the front, driving the car, and BB was positioned next to me, enjoying the rare happy moment of being allowed to sit away from the masses. Behind me was a tangle of boys, with mucky faces from gobbling down tea, and black knees from skidding in the…