This isn’t just a story about mugs and friendship, it’s goes so much deeper than that. It’s about how the two things are connected, how we are all connected really, and how the world isn’t quite as big as we think it is. This is the story of two mugs that arrived in a recycled Sephora box this week all the way from the USA. It’s about the kindness of
Ever thought about giving up forty things in forty days for lent? Probably not, I hadn’t until this week. I only know about Lent really because I always know when to celebrate pancake day and obviously Lent comes right after that. We are not a religious family so events such as Lent are often over looked in this house, but this year I felt I wanted to do *something*. At
I don’t know if it was ever a conscientious decision to make my social media accounts happy places, to say out loud “this is my politics free place” but as I think about the direction I want my blog and accounts to go in it feels like the right decision. When I wrote an apology letter to my children after the Brexit result (you can read it here: Dear Kids, I
Did you see the Odd One Out, Jesy Nelson documentary on TV recently? I have to admit I started to watch it, fully intending to watch it all as Jesy detailed being trolled online. I am ashamed to say that once Jesy started talking about trying to take her own life as a result of the online abuse in 2013 I couldn’t watch anymore. Listening to Jesy Nelson, a
Dear Meghan May I call you Meghan? I feel I can because I have followed you since I first watched you in Suits. I might have even done a proper high five into the air when you told Mike exactly how things worked in the officers of Spector Litt (or whichever incarnation of the name was on the door when the series started. There have been so many changes,
This is why children need to start taking more risks with play. With being outdoors, with being out of sight for a short while (if safe to do so) and why they need to be allowed to climb trees and scrape their knees. Ask anyone above the age of 30, and they’ll tell you how different their childhood was from the one that kids experience today. Gone are the days
I did this a few years ago when I wrote the 16 year old me, and since I just turned 45 I thought it might be interesting to think about where my life was half way between then and now and write a letter to the 30 year old me. It seems so long ago but was sort of the beginning of the end of one part of my life.
Ranty Friday this week is about being a big fat failure Yep. That is what I am. Apparently. Not what I think. But what I think is irrelevant. We all need to believe what Samantha Brick has been spouting again this week. And that is that all “fat women are failures”. Fat can’t be beautiful and if you are fat you are failure. Employers shouldn’t employ fat people, fat people