The one where we get burgled.

Monday mornings aren’t my favourite or my best for all kinds of reasons – but this morning there was an extra sting in the tail – we were burgled last night. Yep. Last night, some time around 4am, some scumbag broke into the house where Flea and I were sleeping,…

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The One Where I Can’t be Faffed

If you’re reading this, it means you’re reading my blog. Even though I didn’t SEO it, or share it on Pinterest, you’re reading my blog. Even though my G+ page is a wasteland and I didn’t optimise my layout, here you are. Hello! Come on in, make yourself comfy. Excuse…

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Read erotica. Just don’t call it Mummy Porn.

I have a confession to make. I think I’m the only woman on the Internet over thirty NOT to have read 50 Shades of Grey. I know. You’re probably pretty shocked right now that I haven’t downloaded it to my Kindle for bedtime reading like 10m other women, but I…

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Fathers Day for Single Parents

In case you missed the memo, I’m a single parent. I was (briefly) married. And now I’m not. Of course, there’s a story that goes in the middle of those two sentences, but it’s one of those tales that’s oh-so-familiar to many of us, and it certainly isn’t blog fodder.…

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Who are your children’s role models?

When I was seven years old, just a few months older than Flea is now, I started my first ever diary. I wanted to be either a forest ranger or a writer when I grew up. My heroes were David Attenborough, and Enid Blyton. Fast forward a quarter of a…

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