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Is it conceivable that Satan might choose to inhabit the body of a gerbil?
I mean, ok, there’s perhaps not much ‘dark work’ to be done when you are 3 inches long and confined to a glass tank, but most bad stuff nearly always begins small and insignificant, and if you’re cute it’s easy to be […]
The creative and fabulous Gattina is our Fun Monday host today and her request is that we show her our blogging space.
I’d love to say that I spend my writing and reading time here…
Or that my view as I blog away to my little heart’s content is this,
..or maybe this.
But let’s face it, that would […]
Today has been one hell of a day. My lovely sister-in-law’s Grandad has been laid to rest, as has my cousin’s hubby’s Dad who was also a very special and much loved man, and we are waiting on the funeral of my other sister-in-law, Sarah’s, wonderful Gran who also lost her fight for life […]
It’s just before 10am and we’re on our way to Rosie’s house for Misses E and M to play with Ingenious Junior, and for me to play have witty and intelligent conversation and numerous cups of tea and coffee with Rosie.
As we stroll down a quiet sun filled street a middle aged man crosses the road […]
It’s 3am and Miss M is crying.
I lie in bed listening, waiting to see if it will remain the habitual cry of a small child who wakes in the dark momentarily, then closes her eyes and heads off back to dreamland, or whether it will grow and build and become one of fear and need […]
Story over and Miss M snuggles down under her soft pink duvet. On the verge of sleep but not quite ready to surrender, I see a look of concentration on her face, her lips firm, eyes frowning and head cocked to the right, deep in thought.
Then a small hand rests gently on my […]
Is it wrong to want to own a turtle?
This is Snorkle.
She’s a blind and epileptic leather-back turtle and she currently resides at the National Marine Aquarium in Plymouth.
Except.
She isn’t there anymore. I have stolen her. I slipped her in my pocket and replaced her with an upside down mixing bowl strapped to a leather slipper. […]
So you know sometimes people give you weird gifts that you’re not sure how to respond to?
Like diet books? Shudder.
Well last week I got this.
This could be seen as a dig at the fact I am stalked by slugs,
or,
a warm and loving meant gift to help me overcome my fear of their squishy ooziness.
I mean, it’s probably […]
See…
See again…
This is just weird though.
They had not expected to meet a dragon when they set out that morning to visit the land of Chesterfield.
Minstrels and players, yes. Jesters and tumblers, yes. Jugglers on stilts, fairy tale princesses, men battling for the hand of a fair maiden or a free cup of mead, maybe a mad monk or […]