I’M a firm believer in going with your gut when it comes to all matters. Because truly knowing who you are and remaining tuned into your instinct is important, is it not? “Ignore it at your peril!” (As a psychic medium told me last year.) Oh ‘eck! But sometimes, when we get the ol’ wibbles wobbles about stuff, we can lose our instinctive ‘ears’ and our sense of balance. Which
Long gone are the heady, exciting days when my weekends were all about going out on ‘the razz’. Now my idea of an exciting night is actually having a night in. (It’s the new ‘going out’ you know!) Tonight I am looking forward to doing exactly that. Curling up on the sofa, with a glass of wine in hand (and the bottle nearby) and relaxing. Ah bliss. It’s true, I
We all go through it. Every single one of us. Times when we’re just feeling rubbish or to be frank, like utter s**t. Sometimes it can be just for a day or two, others time it can last longer. But how on earth do you stop feeling like the smelly stuff and get your self acquainted with a sweeter scent. Well, my friends, it’s a tough process. Because as you’ll
Over three years ago I ‘signed up’ to the greatest test of my life. An endurance test of mammoth proportions. A test that would challenge my body and my mind. A test that would shake me to my core. A test that would make me question everything I thought I knew. What test am I talking about? This one. The test of motherhood. This morning as I sit here,
TODAY I was going to write about style. That was my big plan. But then the General Election happened and I’m sat here finding myself unable to do it. To write about something seemingly so trivial at a time when what is happening to this country is so much more important. And so apologies to those who would rather I wrote about pretty things today, but today I am about
YESTERDAY I got the wobbles. It was a wibbly, wobbly kind of day. Not in the physical sense of course (I am NOT a jelly) but in the emotional, spiritual sense. I’ve not had one of these feeling-out-of-sorts kind of days for a while. A long while in fact. So it came as quite a bit of a shock. What the hell is going on here, I thought?! Doubt. That’s
SORRY. I just need to load the dishwasher, then I’ll be with you. Oh and I best tidy up the little lady’s toys too, before I get to it. Still there? I’m coming honest, just one minute! I just need to quickly run upstairs, hoover up, stick a load of washing in blah, blah, blah. Why do we do it? Why DO we do it? Is it me? Am I
YESTERDAY my Twitter feed went bonkers. And all because the shortlist for the BiBs 2015 (The Brilliance in Blogging Awards) had come out. And all because I’ve only gone and made the bloody shortlist! And all because it’s for the writer category too! Oh my giddy Aunt! So thank you. THANK YOU! To anyone, indeed everyone, who nominated me or put me forward to be considered. I’m absolutely gobsmacked but
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