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  • Happy birthday to this one. My biggest cheerleader, my greatest supporter. @bruceb_uk The man who chatted to a single mum with three kids in a pub one lunchtime, then proposed with a ring made out of a napkin in Florence a few years later and greeted me at the end of the aisle with a smile a bit like this one. ⠀⠀ The man who only last week said “it’s my job to make you laugh”. If I could make you as remotely happy as you are when you see Man City winning on the pitch in front of you I’d be happy 🤣. ⠀⠀ Happy birthday Mr B. Lots of love, me
  • Yesterday was one of those days. You know the ones. The ones where you didn’t have any plans and three days before it you’re offered the chance to buy two tickets for the FA Cup final. ⠀⠀ I wasn’t interested but Mr B said “come on, it’ll be fun”. ⠀⠀ He wasn’t wrong. (He never is. Annoyingly). ⠀⠀ The sun shone, we had Champagne and the boys we’d gone to support had a belting afternoon. ⠀⠀ As did we. Yesterday was a good day.
  • Friends lift you up. Friends support you. Friends are there for you. I often quantify a friendship by saying “would they be there for me at 3am if I needed them” or “would they give me the last quid in their pocket?” ⠀⠀ I’m not entirely sure why I’d need the quid more than them. Maybe I need a Tesco trolley and I’ll give them the quid back in a bit. Because I’d hate to be the friend that actually took the quid. Waking you up at 3am I’ve got no qualms about but I’m possibly overthinking the quid. ⠀⠀ I don’t even know where I’m going with this post now because I’ve been sidetracked by a trolley. ⠀⠀ I think what I’m saying is that friendships, however you met, even if you have never met but only chat online, matter. Some of my best friendships have been formed after chatting online first. And for those people I’ll always be there at 3am. ⠀⠀ I’d also be there for the quid. Even if it’s not for a trolley. #friendship #friendshipgoals #friendsmatter #malta #maltaphotography
  • Exhaustion isn’t about being tired. Or needing a nap. Or a good nights sleep. Exhaustion is debilitating, crippling, demoralising, frustrating and a whole load of other ings. ⠀⠀ Menopausal exhaustion has got to be the worst of all the menopausal symptoms I’ve had so far, and I’ve had a lot of them. 3pm seems to be about my cut off point. Before then I can pretty much get through until then, after that forget it. ⠀⠀ I can barely move. I walk like I’m 8 months pregnant. Or 103. I feel like I’m 103 I can’t go out in the evening without an afternoon nap on the sofa. ⠀⠀ How I’d manage if I was still in full time employment, I have no idea. Walking round a seaside town for a few hours recently had me floored for a day and a half. ⠀⠀ If anyone has any tips on how to function as a normal human being for longer than 9 hours I’d really appreciate it! #Menopause #MenopauseMatters #HormoneImbalance #Perimenopause #GettingOld
  • On social media be the person you want to see. Make sure your own output is the kind of stuff you’d want to see on other people’s timelines. ⠀⠀ Even if that means you’re the person that stands in a supermarket car park pointing to the sky taking photos with one hand, much to the bemusement of the pensioners around you because you’d seen a sky you wanted to post on Instagram. ⠀⠀ Especially if you’re the person photographing your own finger pointing to the sky. ⠀⠀ That sounds a bit finger pointing and a bit bossy and I don’t mean to be. But I do think it’s worth us checking every now and again that our pictures or words are the sort of thing we’d like to see too.
  • May 15th 1994. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. A 24 year old ex-pat was being prepped for surgery; an elective C-section necessary because she had gestational diabetes and the baby was predicted to be over 10lbs. She was scared. She was thousands of miles from home and all of her family and friends. ⠀⠀ She was a trained nanny but this was different, there was no clocking off, no day off, no escaping the 3am feed, what if she messed it up? She couldn’t even be sacked and go somewhere else. ⠀⠀ She shouldn’t have worried. Well, not about any of this, she should have been extremely worried about her chosen hairstyle at the time, but about impending motherhood she needn’t have panicked. ⠀⠀ Just before 10am Caitlin was welcomed into the world with a “congratulations” from the consultant. Six months later Caity was introduced to her first ice cream sundae and that’s when we saw one of the greatest smiles I’ve ever seen. ⠀⠀ And that face is how I feel inside when I look at the magnificent 25 year old @cabface now is. Married, successful career, in the process of buying her first house. ⠀⠀ I wish I could go back to 24 year old me and say “don’t worry kiddo, it’s going to be fine”. PS. Still with the sunglasses. #happybirthday #birthdaygirl #birthdaycake
  • I was told by somebody on Twitter on Saturday night “you’re fat and ugly”. ⠀⠀ I just replied with “yep”. His response was “good, just as long as you’re aware”. ⠀⠀ As if by some miracle the fact my clothes say 20 on the label was nothing to do with the size of my arse but more the age I wished I was. It didn’t bother me, in fact given that he’d already told Mr B he “looked like a grandad wearing that jumper” it just made me laugh. He sounded like the kind of person that would also call someone a Poo-head. ⠀⠀ But what if I hadn’t felt that way? What if his words had cut me right to my core? Hurt me as words about our appearance often can. ⠀⠀ Why do people feel it’s appropriate to be insulting about someone else’s body? ⠀⠀ I’m not my body’s greatest fan and I’ve been pretty horrible to it, but also my body has grown babies. It’s helped me live my best life. Like doing snow angels in a swimming costume in Iceland this year. ⠀⠀ But I’m well aware that many people don’t have the confidence to do that. And for whom words like those on Twitter would have set them back. Reinforced an eating disorder maybe. Exacerbated agoraphobia for fear of strangers doing the same in the street. Resurrected a sense of self loathing that’s hard to shake. Reminded then of an ex partner who may have said that repeatedly. ⠀⠀ It’s #MentalHealthAwarenessWeek and the focus is on us all to #BeBodyKind. We need to all know that being cruel about other people’s bodies has to stop. Nobody should be criticising another person’s appearance. Ever. ⠀⠀ Maybe then those of us that do struggle with our own body confidence issues could just deal with that one day at a time too. #mentalhealthawareness #MentalHealthMatters #MentalHealthWeek2019 #BeKind #BodyConfidence
  • Mr B didn’t even want a cat. ⠀⠀ Sixteen years ago I emailed him during the day at work to say a friend’s cat had kittens and I really wanted one. ⠀⠀ “I’m really not sure” “She’s got fluffy ears” “Maybe after we’ve moved?” “And a little pink nose” “T it really isn’t practical” “And her name is Bob” “Oh” ⠀⠀ Smitten from day one. And after we’d been watching and celebrating Man City’s win yesterday, Bob made it very clear who she had missed the most. #CatsOfInstagram #SundayVibes #CatCalledBob #YesBobIsAGirl #MondayMotivation
  • I beg your pardon I never promised you a gin garden Along with the sunshine there's gotta be a little rain sometime When you take you gotta give so live and let live and let go oh oh oh oh I beg your pardon I never promised you a gin garden. ⠀⠀ But I’m giving you one anyway. This is my gin garden, planted with herbs like mint and basil. It’s on our patio, in the perfect spot to catch the evening sun. ⠀⠀ With a large G&T obvs. #Gin #GinLovers #GinOClock #MakeMineALargeOne

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About me
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. My previous working life was as either a PA or in the property industry but now I am a full time blogger. I am also a mum of three and trying to make the world a better place one blog post at a time. Oh and I could talk for hours about the menopause and its myriad symptoms. I am never far from a cuppa or a large gin.
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