12 Things in 12 Months {Part 2}
I sometimes hear people openly wishing the year to end, mentally erasing it as though it somehow had ‘disaster’ written all over it from day one. Whilst 2016 might fall into this category for me (for the record, it is probably the worst one yet) I would never want to completely remove it from my life or memory, because it…
12 Things in 12 Months {Part 1}
Looking back on the past 12 months, has become not just a pass-time, but a necessity of mine. Until I’ve written some kind of summary of the year – what went well and what I would do differently if I had my time again – I become stuck in the old one and unable to move forward. It can be quite debilitating,…
9 Ways to Help Yourself When Life Gets Messy
I always thought my life was on an even keel. In fact I’m ashamed to admit that I *almost* thought I had it sorted – nice house, well behaved kids, holidays abroad, enough money in the bank for a rainy day. But you know what happens when we become a little too comfortable, don’t you? Life gets messy! Compared to…
Ten Years From Now
[dropcap]T[/dropcap]oday is my birthday, I am the ripe old age of 45. I still can’t decide whether 45 is old or I am in fact in my prime. My grey hairs and creaking joints tell me the former, whilst my penchant for Top Shop and body spray indicates the latter. Perhaps that is what the term ‘middle age’ actually means – torn…
The Three Stages of a Mum Meltdown
[dropcap]H[/dropcap]aving spent almost an entire week trying to persuade my daughter’s drama teacher to issue her with a new exam certificate (name spelt correctly this time) I could feel the red mist descending. How can one exam certificate take 9 months for goodness sake? What followed was not pretty…. Private Instagram messages, Facebook posts written on her business page, voicemail messages getting increasingly sterner by the day. I was…
Cheering from the Sidelines
[dropcap]I[/dropcap] took this photograph at the weekend and I love it. Not because I have a foot fetish you understand (on the contrary) but because it represents something very special to me. The girls to whom these feet belong, are my ‘Tribe’. Before you switch off at my use of the word ‘Tribe’ (let’s all agree that it is rather icky), these…
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