FIRSTLY, to be clear, I am not calling you an idiot, no siree. But a feminist? Well, I sure hope I can call you that? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but over the last 12 months or so it’s become pretty obvious to me (and others) that feminism is having somewhat of a bad hair day. It’s not really feeling much love at the moment and that’s putting it
The last few days have been cold and wet and I have bloody well loved them. Yep you heard me. I have LOVED them! Finally Autumn has arrived and it’s now cold enough to get out your chunky knits, rock your fur (faux hopefully) and stick the central heating on. I adore this time of year. Seriously. Probably because I was born at the end of November, possibly because Autumn/Winter
“But why Mummy, why?” OVER the last week I’ve been really busy and spent not one, but two nights away from home. One to see Kylie, who was as brilliant as you’d expect. The other to go on a swanky press trip where I was wined, dined and generally spoilt rotten. Both occasions were pretty damn fabulous but yet both of them left me feeling a little out of kilter
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