In the early naughties, I once went on a date with a scouser. Now, I’m not Liverpool bashing in this story. For the record, I LOVE Liverpool: the people, the shops, the football team, the nightlife.… Source: Worst Dates: Scouse Steve Advertisements Continue reading Worst Dates: Scouse Steve
So. It’s nearly that time of year again. Halloween. You either love it or you hate it. (I’d bagsied my kiddie’s skeletons costumes the week they hit the shops -about two months too early in August- so you might say I’m keen. Although I prefer ‘organised’). It’s definitely not everyone’s cup of witches brew though. A quick scroll through a parenting thread on the internet … Continue reading Halloween: Love it or hate it?
A few weeks ago, I went to a ‘Meditation’ class in Widnes. I parked up, pressing my nose against a few windows that were a hive of adult learning activities before finally flinging open the door to my designated base. 10 or so people were already seated around a circle on chairs (I’d naively assumed we’d all be sitting on the floor cross legged like … Continue reading Good deeds. Do you believe in karma?
‘We need a night out. It’s been too lomg’, declared my friend Hayley. ’14 months, 2 weeks, 3 days and counting, to be precise’, I said, being scarily precise. ‘Shit. Someone’s been bored’ acknowledged Hayley, looking very afraid for my well-being. She promptly arranged a girls night out. Around town. Now I was afraid for my wellbeing. I hadn’t been out round town since the … Continue reading Postpartum partying: My first ‘girls night out’…
I was 28 when a faint blue line in the test window confirmed that I was indeed, as suspected, pregnant. Feelings of “Oh yes” versus “Oh shit” battled it out for a few hours in my head until I finally set about looking at what I needed to do next. Google. A quick search on a friendly mums’ site gave me the following advice: Book an … Continue reading Why pregnancy was a bit shit…
I was 28 when I got engaged. My boyfriend Chris had never had a romantic bone in his body and I’m quite a simple girl at heart and I’m easily pleased, so I wasn’t expecting an elaborate proposal of any kind. Still, I wouldn’t have been upset with a romantic backdrop when he did finally pop the question. Somewhere like Rome. Or Italy. ‘Pack your … Continue reading Chris popped the question…
When I was 26, I was childless and newly single, and no sooner had I listed all of the crazy adventures I was going to do with my friends, than they all went and got bloody engaged. My first week of singledom, and I was on my way out of the travel agents in town clutching a New York city breaks brochure (Number 1 on … Continue reading Everyone is getting engaged and having kids, and I’m over here like…
