Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Its been a lovely Christmas. I always find this time of year curious, as the scramble to see folk you are available to see all year round becomes pronounced. It makes me question why I don’t make more of an effort in the year, and for 2023, I think that needs to be my focus. …
It really has been a big week, in fact it has been a huge couple of weeks, for so many reasons. The eclectic nature of my work has sent me up and down the country, from Scotland to Bristol. The busyness of my household has left me absent from my sanity of the gym. …
It is like being stuck in a Groundhog Day of Catchphrase. ”Say what you see, just fricking say what you see!” Easier said than done when you are mid forties and firmly gripped in a mid life mind mashing menopause. Today I tried to ask my daughter to pass me the milk. It went something…
A decade a year someone told me I would visit Cornwall once and become addicted. I scoffed at the idea of holidaying in the same place multiple times. I have wandering feet, I ache to explore, one place in the Uk would never hold my attention. I’m writing this on the decking of my…
It’s the dream.. To holiday in the UK when it’s hot… This week – we are living that dream…. But behind all the sun kissed Instagram photos, the constant sweet smell of sun cream, and the dream of swimming in the sea without being wrapped in neophane – there lies a dark truth about holidaying…