Whatever your views, we are where we are because of a rich young boy. And not just one, lots of them. All young boys with points to prove, not about the world, but about themselves.
I’ll be the first to admit that my blog posts are patchy. I often have several, half written, which never get finished. Today, however, gives me an excuse to merge 3 half written posts into one, and I like to see that sort of thing as a sign of something. This week has been one … Continue reading Dad, Brexit and an end to fear
Dear Nicky I sent my children to school today, as did most parents. Some did not. Over 45,000 parents signed the petition supporting the Let Our Kids Be Kids strike and boycotting of this year's SATs, parents who feel so strongly that the new curriculum is damaging their children that they felt they needed to make … Continue reading Dear Nicky Morgan, about those listening ears …
2016 has not been kind. Maybe it's just my age but the last few months have seen a steady stream of familiar faces shuffling off; a roll call of my childhood and teenage years. Bowie, Rickman, Wogan, Corbett. However the death of Victoria Wood today seems particularly cruel and unnecessary. Her death has saddened me … Continue reading Victoria Wood: I’m looking for my friend …
We discuss the news a lot in our house, the radio is always on and there is little our children don't hear. I can explain about the budget, or strikes, but terrorism is much harder to explain without causing further fear and anxiety. Sarah Clarke, Child Psychotherapist and a good friend of mine wrote this … Continue reading Tragic Events: Advice for Parents & Carers
Lately I have been reliving my teenage years, in a way that only a woman turning 40 can. I’ve started drinking cider again for a start. I feel the need to mention that I also went to see Benedict Cumberbatch in Hamlet. Not only was this a welcome return to my life before children, it … Continue reading Do You Love Me? The 9 year old’s guide to teenage angst.
It was a rainy night in Soho. I was a 19 year old student and, separated from my friends, found myself alone in Piccadilly Circus at 2am. I had been drinking quite a bit and had not taken a coat. I had only just moved into my new student house and, although armed with my … Continue reading Ched Evans: A criminal who could once kick a ball.