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  • Well apparently everyone’s doing it so I thought I’d have a go. This is, apparently, being called the VB because Victoria Beckham does it when she’s reading her emails. Or the “Insta-Split” though the “Insta-flash” would be more like it. Since then a whole host of other people have joined in, such as a Kardashian I couldn’t pick out of a line up and Kate Beckinsale. And now me. Morning. Tea anyone? #10amwithtea #WithOneLegInTheAir
  • Am I right? Yet more articles in the press about royals “recycling” clothes ITS CALLED WEARING THEM YOU BUNCH OF MUPPETS. This time about a three year old wearing, sorry “recycling”, a dress she was wearing three months ago. Are they seriously suggesting kids only wear clothes once?! Clearly written by somebody who’s never experienced a poonami and had to change their child four times in a day. On the one hand we’ve got the likes of Boohoo et al being named and shamed in Parliament for their £5 dresses and encouraging an almost disposable wardrobe. On the other hand we’ve got the media writing articles solely based on the fact somebody has worn something twice. Give me a fecking break.
  • It's #WorldKindnessDay today. "If you can be one thing, be kind" is such a wonderful mantra, isn't it? The ripple effect from an act of kindness can go on for hours, days or even years. A million years ago I was shopping in Morrison's and my card was declined. All I was buying was nappies, some other essentials and dinner for the kids and I that evening so it wasn't a huge shop. £18.03 in fact. I had got the dates of my child benefit and maintenance payments wrong and I didn't have the money in my account I thought I had. Looking sheepish I mumbled something to the lady about "stoopid card" and went to leave without my shopping. Until the chap behind leant over and insisted I take the £20 note he was offering. He refused to take no for an answer. Or the change. I have never forgotten that act of kindness, and always make sure I pass it on when I can. Ever been the recipient of a random act of kindness? I would love to hear it. #ChooseKind #10amwithtea
  • Begin? Or be gin? Because quite frankly our weekend didn't go to plan and today is not shaping up any better. ⠀ ⠀ If you followed my Insta-stories on Saturday you will know that our weekend away in our camper van didn't happen (I say weekend away, it was driving to a pub car park an hour away and sleeping there overnight. This sounds more dodgy than I thought now I have written it down). Except it wouldn't start. Which meant three (by three I mean Mr B and Jonnie whilst I made appreciative noises) of us having to push it out of the hedge its nose was poking into so the AA could access the bonnet. ⠀ ⠀ AA shook their heads so here we stayed. Which meant by 3pm I was debating cracking open the gin though I didn't stick to the tea until Strictly. And yesterday wasn't much better as I had a headache that woke me up at 5.30am and didn't shift all day. ⠀ ⠀ This morning has been pants and we are about to head off to the fracture clinic so we can see if Caity's fractured elbow is healing. ⠀ ⠀ Tell me again I can't have gin at 3pm?⠀ ⠀ #10AmWithTea #3PMWithGin #NotReallyThatsTooEarlyEvenForMe #Monday
  • I never met my paternal great grandfather, Herbert Atherton White. He died at Aubers Ridge in May 1915. I never got to ask him questions and hear him tell tales, or give him a hug when he was still too scared of what he’d seen to talk. Never got to have a cuppa with him. It seems strange to me that my children only recently lost their great grandma but the First World War meant that I never met my great grandfather. That I had a granny for nearly 50 years but on his mother’s side my dad never had a grandfather. That part of a generation was missing. Here’s to all the heroes who gave their lives in that war, and in every war since. Who still sign up and risk their lives in conflicts around the world now. “They went with song to the battle, they were young. Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, they fell with their faces to the foe”. #10amwithtea #WeWillRememberThem #armistice100 #LestWeForget #ThankYouHerbert
  • Actual 10am with actual tea. Hoorah. ☕️ Can we talk about magazines for a minute? This is my current favourite magazine, and one I took out a subscription for as soon as I read the first one. It’s not about impossibly expensive clothes that only look good on a rake or “must have pieces for the home” (pieces? Seriously? Pieces are for jigsaws. They don’t include bedside lamps and bowls) that cost squillions. There isn’t page after page of adverts. This magazine feels like a hug from your best mate as it’s full of food you could actually cook and tips on well-being that don’t involve yoga in the Himalayas for a month. Thanks @lizearleme. I’m flicking through this today with a mug of tea as we prepare to take the camper van out for the weekend. I say camper van, it’s far from a cute VW. It’s a house on wheels (shower, loo, microwave, oven and full sized fridge) and we have no idea how any of it really works. We are heading to a pub that allows you to park overnight for free in their car park as long as you eat dinner in the pub. Which means we’ll be home by 10pm having eaten dinner and realised it’s dark and nothing works. Happy weekend campers! #10amwithtea #SaturdayMorning
  • #NationalCheeseDay (nope I’ve got no idea either) and so I wanted to tell you this. And to thank you. You. Especially you. When I write stuff in here I don’t think about writing to 3000 people, I think about just writing it you. Or sometimes I actually just telling myself something. I post random stuff on here and you double tap which makes me happy (I know it shouldn’t matter but it does) and you leave comments that make my heart sing. If I’m having a wobble and say the words out loud you leave me comments that show I’m not alone or you offer words of encouragement. Which means I love you more than cheese. But not tea. Don’t get too carried away, love. #10AmWithCheese #10AmWithTea #ThePowerOfOne
  • I’ve written a thing (link in the thing) about Imposter Syndrome. To be honest it’s not particularly insightful, there’s no earth shattering miracle cure for this feeling that 70% of us share. So it’s probably not even worth clicking on to be honest. Says the voice in my head. No one’s going to read it so why bother? Have you got the same voice? So annoying isn’t it? @sarahleach_stride spoke about it so eloquently when I met her last week that I’m now putting into practice some of the tools she gave us. Starting with writing down three affirmations every day. Or in the words of the great @jonbonjovi “Keep the faith. Everybody keep the faith”.
  • Once upon a time my children had teeny tiny hands. Tiny hands that they were happy to cover in paint and smack onto a box for their great granny for Christmas. Now they are all in their twenties (or will be in a fortnight) these sorts of finds at Granny’s house are even more poignant. Trays and bread boards under every item in the kitchen and lounge, however, not so much. #10amwithtea #littletreasures #ThingsMyKidsMade

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Hello, and welcome to Mummy Barrow. Primarily a lifestyle blog written by me, T (short for Tanya but nobody uses that). There is the occasional post by my husband Bruce and his stuff is in the Mister Barrow category. I'm a property consultant by trade, a mum of three and trying to make the world a better place one blog post at a time. I am never far from a cuppa or my iphone and quite often being followed by a slightly mad dog. Each day's post is different on the blog, as it is in real life. Do say hello if you are passing by
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