The Shooting Of The Easter Bunny

  Enough is enough. It is that time of year again, well to be fair the shops start promotion straight after Santa has descended with 50 million selection boxes. Easter Eggs. We have four boys between us. Everyone seems to feel the need to supply our boys with an Easter Egg. Even when they say …

Who Do We Think We Are??

  Tonight I 'spoke' online to a young girl who was going to court to object to her child being adopted. Her child was taken from her for a variety of reasons, none of which to me seem justified, especially when I look not too far from my own door. Social Services swooped in and have decided. …

We Need More Playing In The Rain

  Yesterday was one of those compulsory almost-Spring days where you decide to go to a garden centre, spend £118 on pansies, plant pots, bags of soil and for our special purchase, a bird table thingy. So this morning at 7.30, Kieran was getting his wellies on as I had promised we could sort out …

The Darker Side of Diagnosis.

  About two years ago my partners son B, was almost diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome. I say almost, his assessment was finally concluded as ‘undecided’ due to two very different accounts by his parents. Recommendation was that if either parent felt the need to have him reassessed it would be prudent to wait until he …

The Little Things.

There is something to be said for lying in bed at midnight, with a glass of sauvignon blanc, a bag of Mini Eggs playing Candy Crush. In fact at that minute it really doesn’t get much better. The other day my eldest checks his passport to find out its expired. We go on holiday in …

The Long and The Short Of It.

Hair. Long or short? When you have short hair, you want it long and flowing like a Timotei advert and when its long, you want to whip out the scissors and create an elfin look. Coincidence or not after having both my boys I decided to go short. I would love to say it was …

Today Has Been A Little Trying…..

Today has been shall we say, trying.... Dropped Kieran to childminder and was running abit late so thought I should catch the train... No feckin car park spaces left at all anywhere near the bloody station, like I mean people parked anywhere and everywhere and no place for my Zafira. So have to drive to …

#MOORESONTOUR

Family. Its a complicated lot. I am the only girl with three brothers. It could be worse, but it is only now we are all older do we really know each other. Now for the weepy bit. My mum died back in 1981, I was just turned eight years old. My older two brothers were …