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Cruel Intentions?

Nobody *wants* to be a dick. I know, I know, some people are incredibly good at it. But I refuse to believe that anyone starts out their adult life actually intending to be a rubbish person. Take me for example; I can be a bit of a dick. If you cross me, or someone I… Read more

April 19, 2017
The Milk Monster is eleven months old. Now, quite apart from this meaning he is nearly ONE, it came to my attention today that he is now the age I was when my father passed away. Today, whilst going through some genuine artifacts from yesteryear (circa 1983, I found some letters of condolence sent to… Read more

March 11, 2017
I don’t like Mondays

It’s Monday morning and realisation has hit. This is one of the last three Monday mornings before Mondays are back to being Mondayish. Only two more Monday mornings spent snuggling a Milk Junkie under a blanket while catching up on Call the Midwife. Only two more Sundays feeling smug that Monday doesn’t cause me any… Read more

March 6, 2017
Pack Off!

I love holidays. And when you live on a tiny island in the North Sea, it doesn’t take a long haul flight to declare it a holiday. Tomorrow I’m flying to Aberdeen with the Silver Clan, for a long weekend in Peterhead. Now, not only will be watching my very best friend marry her very… Read more

February 15, 2017
10 science experiments mums do daily…

My 7 year old bloody loves science. He asks me regularly to help him think of things to look at under his microscope. He lives for the days when the science teacher visits his class. He would pay good money to watch shit blow up. What he hasn’t yet realised is that my daily life… Read more

February 14, 2017
4 in a Bed

Before I had children, I knew I wouldn’t bed share. I was absolutely certain of that. I knew I would have my kids in a bedtime routine and that they would sleep in their own crib/cot/bed right from the start. I knew that I would apply the techniques of “Supernanny” or someone equally as self-righteous… Read more

February 11, 2017