So my 12 year old son asked me today, out of the blue, what a certain rather rude word meant. After spluttering out my tea and drawing...

Thoughts of an English Mum I wish I could run… Like a child in the playground, free and uninhibited. I wish I could throw on my trainers...

Why is it… That no matter what you do… how well you do it…how hard you try… it never seems that you are doing enough? Is it a Mum thing...