Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
[subscribe2]Dear Santa, I am writing to you early this year as I appreciate you have a lot of demands on your time and I don’t want my letter to be overlooked. I have been a seriously good girl this year, if we ignore all the shouting and that one time I tapped BB’s little paw…
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…
It’s done, it’s over and the relief on my offsprings faces is more than apparent. Santa has sodded back off to Lapland and is currently detoxing after consuming an almost deadly excessive mix of whiskey, beer, milk and cookies, mince pies, and biscuits all in one night and Rudolph is laid in the stable
I wrote this post last year, but it is one of my favourites and as the festive season beckons I am giving it a fresh leash of life. To be fair he who help create them is liable to get the same Christmas gift this year, me wrapped in a bow – fully clothed –…
It came so fast, within a millisecond my relatively clean house was destroyed by a mortar bomb of wrapping paper. I shudder to think how many trees died at the hands of Father Christmas yesterday, not to mention the forest my mother flattened to wrap up her lovely bunch of presents. The day started at…