Standing up for Girls

Regular readers of my blog know I’m a feminist. I find being a feminist comes with having a heartbeat and a brain. Not much in life makes me roll my eyes more than hearing someone (especially a young woman) say, “I wouldn’t call myself a feminist…”  Seriously? What is it about… View Post

Stalking. No, not that kind.

I think I am being stalked. I don’t mean proper, illegal stalking – although obviously that doesn’t sound like a barrel of laughs either. No, I mean that stalking that seems to happen on social media where everything must happen right-now-immediately because someone knows you are online and therefore how… View Post

The one where we get burgled.

Monday mornings aren’t my favourite or my best for all kinds of reasons – but this morning there was an extra sting in the tail – we were burgled last night. Yep. Last night, some time around 4am, some scumbag broke into the house where Flea and I were sleeping,… View Post

The One Where I Can’t be Faffed

If you’re reading this, it means you’re reading my blog. Even though I didn’t SEO it, or share it on Pinterest, you’re reading my blog. Even though my G+ page is a wasteland and I didn’t optimise my layout, here you are. Hello! Come on in, make yourself comfy. Excuse… View Post