I have never been a ‘mumsy-mum’ – infact before I fell pregnant I was about as maternal as a rock. You will never hear me use the words ‘precious’ or ‘bubs’, polite mummy conversation at the checkout makes my teeth stand on end, and I don’t subject the world of reams of Facebook devotion. But having a baby has profoundly changed me, I love her in a way it’s difficult to explain on paper. It’s the most powerful thing I’ve ever experienced, it’s made everything look different from crossing the road to which type of detergent to buy. I am here to keep her safe,to keep her happy, to show her how wonderful life can be, to teach her to be a decent person. And to teach her that, along with the rest of her generation, she must play her part in ending the absolute madness that the world seems to be in the grip of these days. Read more
I have a baby now. Five little words to sum up the supernova that exploded into my life 2 months ago. I had 9 months to prepare for the arrival of Mollie, and of course was epically unprepared when she got here. But that wasn’t for the lack of information out there.. oh no there is an astounding amount of material available, books, apps, websites, forums, baby centres, magazines, shops, catalogues, you name it. And that is of course excluding the abundant freely given advice of the ravenous masses the second they see you have a bump. But there was a few things that nothing and nobody prepared me for, so here are some of best bits, in my humble opinion, that nobody told me about. Enjoy!
What’s it like to go from being being unrestrained, unrestricted, wild and ME to being told I have a chronic incurable illness at 28? Kind of how George Foreman felt at the Rumble in the Jungle I imagine. Read more
The evening of Saturday the 3rd of September broke bright and brilliant. The sea was as smooth as marble slab, shimmering gently in a sunset that looked like it had been painted by a joyful young God eager to show off the magic his palate could produce. It seemed like nothing ever was or ever could be wrong with the world.
So most people had the time-honoured imaginary friend or friends growing up right, or at least knew the weird kid who was vocal enough to sit there chatting away happily to theirs without a care in the world. Having been that weird kid for most of my life I am of course a big advocate of the buddies no one else can see and have wiled away many happy hours on adventures real and imagined with them. But what happens if when the teddies and the blankets get put away they’re still there. When the school uniforms come and go, they’re still there. What happens if they just never go away? Well…It’s awesome. Read more
So I recently arrived back to good old England after two years of trotting round the world. One quick curry and a cup of tea later I was suitably frozen enough to begin plotting my escape to sunnier climes. This meant finding work, pronto. Shoving mild anxiety at having a REAL structured job again out the way, soon enough I found myself working in a call centre for a big supermarket dealing with the nations problems regarding their store cards. And believe me, this nation has problems. Read more
I’ve had to think a few times about putting this up, as I don’t think I’ve ever written anything quite so depressing! But sometimes life knocks the stuffing out of you, and it’s a confusing place to be left behind… As lots of you know I’ve been through a few ups and downs recently and I suppose this would be the outcome of a tired insomniac mind at it’s bleakest. That said as ever, all of you near and far who have taken the time to prove my thoughts here wrong, thanks and I most certainly love you! Awful cheeseball intro over lol. Xx
Sacrificing Goats – Where the Temple Runs Red with Blood.
So after leaving the beautiful Batavia Marina, stuffed to the gills with Burger King and carbonara we set off on the next leg to Bali.
… Danga bay. A weird and mystical marina full of fairy lights and carousels that you can’t pay for because there’s no one working there. In fact when we got there nothing was open because Malaysia had won a football match the day before and the country had a day off in honour (I would say take note England, but there wouldn’t be much point I suppose).