Sometimes I read rubbish stuff; mainly from the trash magazines that I read for a guilty pleasure but more often from the rags we call newspapers. Today the headline that caught my eye in the Metro was:
The last time I will mention it.
I did it I really did, and here are the photos to prove it! (I promise this is the last time I will mention my marathon legs…..) Running with your arms in the air – never a wise move! Please note to the right of me is my lovely friend Becs who was running for Macmillan and…
could you have done this?
Years ago, back in the day when I still wore little knickers because I was slim, as opposed to big knickers to make me look slim I worked in the caring profession. Ironic really as most people wouldn’t describe me as the caring type; but still before my career, before kids came along I enjoyed…
One word – Late
Mornings are something of a military operation at our house and statistically I can tell you we are late 99% of the time. This fact means I have perfected the perfect fish wife impression and my desperate cries of “just bloody well get dressed can be heard three streets away.”. Twin boy thinks it is…
Do not, I repeat, do not tell social services
We have had a rather splendid day, playing, building bird nests and having cuddles. Ok we did have meltdown of supreme proportions when twin girl ‘accidently’ elbowed twin boy in the eye and we also had affection of even extreme proportions when twin boy and girl demonstrated their love for each other. Let me explain….…