Love is good

Love my kids
Love my family
Love that everyy year we spend a weekend together in Center Parcs.
Love the ducks, the disco and the daftness.
Miss E, Miss M, Mum, Dad, C, D (not here but next time x) and our new baby boy, H, D, cousins ME and little J, S and S.
Love that our familynkeeps growing.
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Theiving Hobknobbers

We’re in. I have no real internet access yet but will soon.
The move was great, the removal men seemed great…
Even though Miss E’s ipod nano (Christmas prezzie from her Dad) was no longer where she and I remember it being, we continued to think them great, because otherwise, two grown men who I’d ‘plied with [...]

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Tesco Competition

When shops offer you gift vouchers to test a service it would be silly to say no right?  Say if they were offering vouchers off your shopping, and vouchers off your readers’ shopping, and it’s from the store you spend a huge amount of your time in – especially in the cafe – as it’s [...]

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The Great Fire of Learning

Miss M is a fury of motion.  Her right arm creates a mass of spiralling curls across the page as Brian May seems to be taking shape before my eyes.
Me:  ”Wow M, that’s a gorgeous curly haired person you’re drawing babe.  Is it Rapunzel.”
Miss M:  ”It’s St Paul Mummy.”
She doesn’t look up but continues her [...]

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Charrrrrrrrrge

In May last year I was contacted by the most patient woman in the world to see if I’d like to review the Premier Family Charger.
Having 84 miles of walking ahead of me across the width of the UK along Hadrian’s Wall…

..I had a feeling myself and my fellow walkers might be battling over plug sockets [...]

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Misses E and M and a Celebrity Chef

In December a little invite dropped into my inbox

Now I’m no cook.  I know I should cook, but I’m a vegetarian single mum with one child who will occasionally eat what I eat, and another who is the Queen of Bland.  (Miss M I am talking about you), so the chance to see a real [...]

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Packing and pondering

When Mr B and I separated, and I moved into our current home, I didn’t pack.
I stuffed, wedged, hurled.  I brought everything.   In the two days it took to  move myself and my girls out so that we could sell up and Mr B and myself could begin our new lives as single people, [...]

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