Warning there are numerous mentions of my arse in this blog ....however there are also plenty of references to dungarees, flat shoes, bikes, snot and clumsiness. On my birthday I landed on my face, it hit the pavement and since then I have been using the excuse "I have a head injury" to explain all… Continue reading Arse about Face.
12 years ago tonight I gave birth to Moo. There was no selfies, Instagram,Facebook, Twitter, or memory sharing facility so on this day none of my social media prompts me to "time hop" It was a time before cutie pregnancy pictures (I think there exists 1 picture of each of my pregnancies) no baby showers… Continue reading And then there was Moo…..5hrs 47 mins
I can pinpoint exactly when I developed my fear of the start line, I was 5 it was sports day I was convinced I would do a false start in the running race. I concentrated so hard I heard the bang of the start gun and I ran. Half way down the track I became… Continue reading Walk me to the line