I’m quite a politcal beast and one thing I’m really passionate about is voting (if you’re eligible) so here are my top tips for voting: Vote! Just effing vote.  If you only read the first tip that’s fine! Vote!  Did you hear me? Vote!  Got that? Good. Oh, and VOTE!!! Register to vote. In order to vote you need to register to vote, you can do that here.  I’ve even put the link in for you.  Aren’t I nice? You have until 23.59 22nd May 2017 to do it. Get it done – now, or after you’ve read this.  Whatever. Postal Voting. If, like me, you are aRead More →

We’ve all met a “gentle parent”, in fact I am one, well mainly. We’re usually easy to spot. Our children wear cloth nappies and are breastfed, we’re vegetarian or vegan, we baby wear. We don’t shout at our kids (that lasted about two years with my oldest and about two weeks with my youngest, make if that what you will). The most important thing about being a gentle parent is, well, being gentle. Listening to your child allowing them to have a voice. I know it sounds arty farty but it works for some children. The problem with gentle parents is that, to be honest,Read More →

Can of Kopparberg

We recently bought a larger barbecue to replace the small two-man jobby that has seen us through the last seven years. It has fared us well, we bought it from Homebase for the princely sum of about £15. I think they still sell them now and I wouldn’t hesitate recommending one. We’ve just outgrown ours (plus we left it out over winter). Anyway I ordered a new one from Tesco Direct, we’d got £42 in Clubcard vouchers and I found a decent barbecue here that was half price at £75. The service from Tesco Direct and their delivery company Arrow was great.  We were kept informedRead More →

It’s been a while since I used a sunbed but my Bestie is getting married next weekend so I thought I’d treat myself to a course.  I’ve left it a bit late but hey ho!  Anyway, once you step in the shop it all comes flooding back.  If you’ve never been before I’ve put together a little guide – 1) If you wear glasses you might not be able to see the START and STOP buttons.  Locate these prior to taking off your glasses and entering the booth 2) If, like me, you’re a “sturdy girl” never, ever use the lie down beds.  Your boobs andRead More →

Whilst leafing through magazines at the hairdressers today (I know, hairdressers – get me!) I came across Hello! Magazine.  Not something I would ordinarily read but I thought I’d have a quick flick through.  One of the first articles I came upon was about the fella that was once the werewolf in True Blood, you might also know him from Magic Mike and his equally gorgeous wife who was in Machete Kills. They were posing in their glorious house so I thought I’d cut through the crap for you.  I’m nice like that. Firstly, a pic of the impossibly attractive pair.  I think they lookRead More →

I’ve been lucky enough to reach the ripe old age of 39 and not have a close encounter with the Big C. Friends and family members I’ve lost have not suffered from cancer.  Until now.  My Bestie’s beautiful mum was diagnosed just over a year ago and now cancer is stealing her from us.  And I’m fucking angry, no, I’m livid.  How dare it? How dare this disease walk into our lives like it owns the place and take someone so wonderful? My Bestie and I grew up together, both of us were only children so we spent most of our time together, right upRead More →

  We’ve all seen the NSFW tag added to videos on the Internet that generally entice me to watch them even more.  Usually with the sound off in case the Ls pick up any words they haven’t yet heard me utter under my breath or use whilst driving.  Anyway I *think* I just made up NSFSR in relation to a friend’s pyjama wearing.  It seems there are pyjamas that are suitable, and some that aren’t.  I’m assuming this also depends on whether you have to leave the confines of your car to walk your children to their classroom or indeed the distance you need toRead More →

For as long as I can remember I’ve been on a diet, or at least in need of one.  When I was seven my mum took me to the Dr because I had a cold or some other unrelated illness and the Dr (who himself was, let’s be honest here, a fat fucker) told her I was overweight and sent me to a dietician.  There started my unhealthy relationship with food.  It really started when my parents split up and I would spend the weekend with my father who plied me with sweets and crisps and sat me in the corner of his local pub.Read More →

A friend of mine shared this on Facebook yesterday The general consensus was that this was outrageous.  Some of her friends said they’d only had one child and given up their job as they were better off financially not working than paying out for childcare. Others said that there should be more money for childcare, I pointed out that in some Scandinavian countries mothers are paid to stay at home with their children. Not that I’m biased at all you understand. Then one of her friends said, and I quote “no one forces people to have kids.  It’s their choice” I don’t normally rise toRead More →