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

Read erotica. Just don’t call it Mummy Porn.

I have a confession to make. I think I’m the only woman on the Internet over thirty NOT to have read 50 Shades of Grey. I know. You’re probably pretty shocked right now that I haven’t downloaded it to my Kindle for bedtime reading like 10m other women, but I… View Post

Fathers Day for Single Parents

In case you missed the memo, I’m a single parent. I was (briefly) married. And now I’m not. Of course, there’s a story that goes in the middle of those two sentences, but it’s one of those tales that’s oh-so-familiar to many of us, and it certainly isn’t blog fodder.… View Post