Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
He barely slept last night, his excitement was all consuming, morning seemed to take forever to arrive but when it did he bounded out of bed with all the energy of a Duracell bunny and was dressed, teeth brushed and hair combed by 7.22am. Today was my son’s day. After almost two years of being…
By reading this blog many of you may realise that I aspire to be a writer, to have my words published and my work recognised. I have the dreams of JK Rowling but without the imagination of a Harry Potter. Still I solider on. I like to think I have the support of my family…
It has been a long couple of years; we started with miscarriage in 2008 then bounced into epilepsy in 2010, we then quickly advanced to hip dysplasia in 2011 and we come to the close of 2012 with our new friend, Diabetes. It is enough to make one turn to drink. But have we considered the…
It was unseasonably warm for a mid september morning. The sun was gently warming up the trees and nature was starting to sing the morning chorus. It was a moment of rareness as I walked to the woods with only one child beside me. One still rested at home in bed whilst the other one…
I feel I should preface this post by saying I love my son. So, I love my son…. However I live in daily fear that when he gets ‘big’ and has ‘a hairy bum like daddy’ he is destined for a live of crime…. If you say don’t touch he is liable to put his…