This year, the elf on the shelf appears like a festive psychopath to ruin it for everyone.
George Michael was mine and all of these other people are merely charlatans hired in as professional mourners. They had no business intruding on my grief.
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
The time has come for our youngest child to get a new bed. His cot bed no longer contains his flailing limbs in the night and, by his own admission, he needs a big boy's bed. This, coinciding with eldest child's wobbly tooth, is a milestone I was ill-prepared for. Two large children in proper … Continue reading Happy Feet
Welcome to my new blog, come in and make yourselves comfy. There is nothing that symbolises new beginnings for me than the beginning of Autumn. You can keep your New Year's resolutions, which are always furred by hangovers and too much trifle. As for spring, nobody ever really knows when it starts anyway, and is … Continue reading The silk inside the chestnut shell