So not Insta-cool

Like a beloved Goldfish, my career has been swimming in circles for the last 3 years since I returned to work part-time following the arrival of The Eldest. The BSCB then sounded the death knell and it’s officially now floating belly up, ready to be wrapped in a...

The Time Warp

Noooo, not that one, although admittedly now I think of it I’d quite like to take a jump to the left, take a step to the riiii-iiii-iii-iii-iii-iight… but I’m in Cafe Nero and I’m not sure the other patrons would appreciate my joie de vivre. The reason for said...

The road to hell (part two)…

To recap then, as I ended the last post, we had just climbed back into the car with rather different levels of enthusiasm – The Eldest positively skipped and hopped to her seat (she had her new Frozen magnetic pad doodler thing, remember?), I was putting a brave...

The road to hell (part one)…

…is the M25, then the M40. I have been driving from the South-East and London to my home town for nearly 17 years and on Tuesday this week I set a record for my longest ever journey-time. If I had been travelling on my own, then this would have been cause for...

I admit it…I’m a twat

Not so much with the funny today. I’m sat in Tesco’s Family Cafe (the glamour) while my parents entertain The Eldest and the BSCB by sending them on errands around the supermarket. Well, this is what they’re doing with The Eldest anyway, I’m not sure what they are...