I am a survivor, I bear the wounds of battle but I am still here.
smell me, it’s my birthday…
So by following lives cruel rules I have aged another sodding year. My wrinkles have increased as has my desire to encase my feet in soft slippers when ever it is socially plausible.
electronically tagged!
Beautiful baby and I are on day release, we can leave the hospital during the day and can wander around berkshire freely but as the sky turns dusky and bb’s eyelids start to droop we have to head back to the ward before we turn into pumpkins. I imagine this is what life must be…
The ‘h’ plan – guaranteed to shed the lbs
I have discovered a new diet. Its called the ‘H plan’, it really works although some consider it extreme. Basically you need to have a child in hospital, the nauseating worry means you don’t feel like eating half the time and when you do feel a bit peckish the NHS cooking can manage to curb…
deja vu: back on the childrens ward
In four hours time forty sets of parents are bringing their five year old off springs to my care. Twin boy and twin girl are celebrating in style and are having a funky cool (their words) disco for their fifth birthday. Before the party starts I quickly have to build an extension to accommodate the…