Lard Arse

I have cultivated and grown what can only be described as a lard arse. I am not looking for sympathy here in fact some days I am quite proud of …

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dont forget this

Things to not forget. The urgent pleas at night-time for one more kiss and ‘huggle’. So often I am rushing on to the next task, to sort the house, to …

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dont expect an invite….

I have got my best suit out, ironed he who helped create them a shirt and we have both had our weekly bath. We have to look at our best …

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Thanksgiving and blaspheming

We made it!

We got through baby beautifuls blessing without either twin girl or boy shaming us and getting the entire family barred from the pearly gates. It was touch and go for a while, twin girl did start her blasphemous repetition of ‘Jesus, Jesus’ once again and the vicar did break out in a visible sweat but all was averted by a quick hymn.

smack on the bum

My stress levels are rising, my blood is ready to boil, Four and a half years of parenting has finally taken its toll. They argue over nothing, shout like they …

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