Picture the scene… It was 2012 and Britain was gripped by the malaise of a double dip recession, the economy was on its knees begging for the boom to return …
Did I ever tell you about my family?
Well I was born in the north, or as you may better know it, God’s country. I am the much longed for baby girl born to my poor suffering mother after she had to endure the extreme misfortune of initially giving birth to not one but a pair of smelly boys.
Having children has been an eye opener for me. Finding out Santa was a fabrication in my youth was hard to deal with but really some of the lies I have been told since then regarding children are borderline obscene.
Take this popular urban myth; ‘your life will be richer when you have your own family’
Yes I still am….
Not that it really relates to you, but yes I am.
Whilst I appreciate you may think she is too old, I am of the opinion that she isn’t and she seems to agree.
Week 2, Day 1….
My diary entry….
Dear teacher,
I had a wise plan today. As he who helped create them is studying from home I decided to recreate last weeks swimming nightmare by giving it another crack. However I totally pulled one over on the lifeguard by leaving BB at home in bed and only taking the twins…
We arrived ten minutes before the swimming session began. Good planning on my part as I wanted to ensure we got maximum return on my ten pound investment. I am northern and I don’t like to pay over the odds.