So… imagine If you will… I woke early to start the preparations for my Mum's birthday dinner that very night. Food to be prepped, house...

I recently spent a weekend away with my little redhead (12-year-old son) at the coast. I promised myself before we even set off that I...

continued… (part one found here) Exhausted we partook in the obligatory shower in the communal shower block where people abandon all...

The idea seemed great. The picture in my head a scene of utter serenity. We booked. We allowed ourselves a few days of anticipatory glee...

I WISH I WERE… Thinner ~ Faster Fitter ~ Richer Patient ~ Prettier More Tolerant More Organised HOWEVER! I Am… Fatter ~ Unfitter Poorer...

As Mums, we crave those little moments of solitude where we can finish a cup of tea (or coffee for my American friends)… where a bath is...

Thoughts of an English Mum Just a quick question..albeit a very serious quick question…. Why is it that you can watch your sleeping...

After a super, stress free, school supply, summer shopping trip I had with my son, I was feeling pretty smug. We both set off for work...

So, it was a very busy morning at work – phones ringing… people complaining and a mountain of paperwork that was growing steadily higher...

Misadventures of Little Red/Winter Tales So the holidays were approaching fast, and impatient to get the decorations and tree down from...

My Mum asked if I would help her organise the thousands of photos she has managed to accrue over the years which now seem to fall from...

So another phone call from Little Red’s school informing me that he seems to be having great difficulty in class due to the fact that he...

Now ladies listen up…. It was that time…dread, terror and sheer panic enveloped me as I realised it was time to broach the subject with...

Thoughts of an English Mum Sports Day at my son’s school…the final race. There was silence but for the intake of breaths. The suspense...

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...

It's the principle, Principal!!! So let me begin by telling you that I work in a Primary School Office where I spend an awful lot of time...