Lard Arse

I have cultivated and grown what can only be described as a lard arse. I am not looking for sympathy here in fact some days I am quite proud of it. My Lard arse is…

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From Hell to Hedrin

My mother always says you can’t be ill when you are a mum however what if you are?  It has been a long two weeks.  It started off well; he who helped create them got…

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Santa you can kiss my ….

  I have popped off on my travels again to the lovely Ness’s blog, here’s how it starts…. The old joy that is Christmas is almost upon us again.  As per usual the retail community…

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dont forget this

Things to not forget. The urgent pleas at night-time for one more kiss and ‘huggle’. So often I am rushing on to the next task, to sort the house, to make the dinner, to wrap…

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dont expect an invite….

I have got my best suit out, ironed he who helped create them a shirt and we have both had our weekly bath. We have to look at our best as we are off to…

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