Introducing my children to one of my heroes

I’ve just introduced E and M to Spike Milligan.
Not literally, as that would mean either he is a ghost and in my house, or that I have him in a box somewhere, festering, being festy.  Ick!
No, what happened is this…
M tugs my Spike Milligan children’s anthology from the double-packed bookcase on the upstairs landing, and [...]

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B*gger b*gger b*llocks

This post is just a whinge really.
A whingy whiney, no fair, foot stamping, grumpy, self indulgent bleurghhh of a post.
But it’s my blog so yah boo sucks.
Because, there’s not been a pmdd post for a while has there?
But today, well, it feels like it might be back.
The thing is, it’s been a mad few weeks [...]

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Bag love – a Fuel your Fashion Online review

This face is cute.

I mean, how could you not love it?
But stick it on a bag…

And it becomes something more.
In fact, it has moved me to rhyme.
(Clears throat)
Twit Twoooooo
Oh beauteous shopper I love you I do
All shiny and smart and so splendidly new
A treat for a Mummy who has a new job
with a face and [...]

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Babysitting Granny and Jamie Oliver

I have lost this post 4 times now.
My parents’ laptop is a big pile of raggedly old pants.
so
Mum = ill = gallstones = ouch
Dad = out so me = Grannysitting
but tonight me = out for my birthday with Lu and Nic (Dez, Nats and Ju would perfect the line up) at Jamie Oliver’s Italian in Notts
Oh [...]

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Butterflies can so be library assistants

I haven’t written much about my health recently have I?
Well that’s because I’ve been pretty good.  The decapeptyl seems to be keeping PMDD at bay, and the hot flushes are annoying but manageable.
All butterfly like I have been emerging from my crysallis and stretching my wings a little. They’re still a bit soggy and the [...]

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Wish my kid had a bigger mouth

Miss E has a tiny mush.
Unlike her wide-mouthed-frog of a mother and cheesy grinning little sis, she has the small sweet mouth of a lady.
In a competition where you have to shove a handful of marshmallows, a glut of pickled onions or several large socks into your gob, she would lose.
If she had to put [...]

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