One of Those weeks!
A has gastroenteritis. What a joy that has been. It all started at the weekend as what seemed like an innocuous little sickness bug. Monday morning came and it was time for the boys to go back to school and…
Read More »A has gastroenteritis. What a joy that has been. It all started at the weekend as what seemed like an innocuous little sickness bug. Monday morning came and it was time for the boys to go back to school and…
Read More »Now there’s an interesting question for you! For some of you, it may seem a long way off. For others you maybe there already. I’m somewhere in between, my eldest son is sixteen and in what he considers to be…
Read More »Although I haven’t taught for a while in an actual school environment, the signs are still there in daily life; One I struggle in any environment where there are children to not tell them off if they are being silly;…
Read More »As I recently confessed over on Three years, one stone then home, I do have a fairly major obsession with cookbooks. I love them. I love reading them, looking through them and buying them. So much so, that I have…
Read More »Sometimes, ever so occasionally, I think that a university education was wasted on me. I can’t blame things on ‘baby brain’ anymore. Maybe it is having children? Sleep deprivation? Whatever it is, I wish it would stop as I seem…
Read More »It is a truth universally acknowledged that men really can be a complete pain in the arse. I am not trying to be deliberately offensive or sexist, it is simply an observation of mine that is based on my husband…
Read More »It is that time of year, where we spend time with our loved ones and indulge in copious amounts of food and alcohol, whilst sitting on our bottoms in a nice warm house and I don’t know about you, exercise…
Read More »I tried to think long and hard about a witty and amusing title for this post, but I couldn’t. So I am telling it how it is. And why can’t I think of anything witty and amusing? Because it is…
Read More »I could get quite addicted to eBay. One day my husband will return home to find everything gone; clothes, furniture, children with just me smiling and feeling very pleased with myself, telling him what a lot of money I have…
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