Category: Lockdown 2020

Tantrums

Tantrums, aren’t they a good one, always a pleasure, always loads of fun. And they know, these kids, they know when it’s the last thing you need, as you plead, then hang your head in […]

Jazzy Leggings

I’ve often thought of myself as a bit of a late bloomer. Kids after 30, still waiting for my boobs to reach their full potential and I have yet to truly figure out Instagram. So […]

Up for the chop

Now this wouldn’t be a rhyme (of mine) if I didn’t have the time, for a moan and a whine about this terrible crime. They may be home, with a cough, rash or cold, because, […]

E-I-O it’s back to work we go…

It’s been a long long while, since I wore anything with style. But school is back and snot and coughs come with that. So back to work means looking scruffy, with a nose that’s all […]

‘It’s safe’…..

Now school is back in session, I feel I’ve really learned my lesson. All those weeks I moaned, when normality was postponed and now they’ve come home, with what I can only hope to be […]

Wedding anniversary number 11 in self imposed lockdown with the kids

As we watched the three little angels beat the shit out of each other one night we realised they don’t have anything to look forward to. We’ve been shielding the girl for months. They’re sick […]

Lazy Sunday – a true story

I have a vague-ish recollection, a memory or maybe it’s a dream. Perhaps it’s a daydream since I don’t sleep or even a really vivid birthday wish. Or it could be a story, the sort […]

Happy Birthday to the tall one

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday oh look how you grew. I remember when you were tiny, when all you did was poo. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, I’m sorry […]

I don’t want to be a ‘No Mum’

I don’t want to be a ‘No Mum’ or a shake your head “is that so?” Mum. I decided long ago that I’m aiming for a ‘sit back and let it all go Mum’. I […]

It’s a Dad thing

I remember the days when my husband’s old ways would include baggy jeans that hung at his knees. Now he’s a Dad, gone is the lad, he wears trousers with belts and tools hanging down, […]