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Tantrums, aren’t they a good one, always a pleasure, always loads of fun. And they know, these kids, they know…

I’ve often thought of myself as a bit of a late bloomer. Kids after 30, still waiting for my boobs…

Now this wouldn’t be a rhyme (of mine) if I didn’t have the time, for a moan and a whine…

It’s been a long long while, since I wore anything with style. But school is back and snot and coughs…

Now school is back in session, I feel I’ve really learned my lesson. All those weeks I moaned, when normality…

As we watched the three little angels beat the shit out of each other one night we realised they don’t…

I have a vague-ish recollection, a memory or maybe it’s a dream. Perhaps it’s a daydream since I don’t sleep…

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday oh look how you grew. I remember when…

I don’t want to be a ‘No Mum’ or a shake your head “is that so?” Mum. I decided long…

I remember the days when my husband’s old ways would include baggy jeans that hung at his knees. Now he’s…