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 Continue reading Worst Dates: Scouse Steve
The other day I was scrolling through e-bay in search of some seamless socks for my 5 year old. He’s been testing my patience lately by protesting daily that every single pair of socks he owns has a bump in the seam that’s invisible to my naked eye. It’s like ‘The Princess and the Pea’ (did she have sensory problems too?) but a male version … Continue reading Worn socks for sale, anyone?
A couple of months back, I went to a Chilli Fiesta in town. Hubby loves chillis: I fell out with them last year after I applied something called Capsaicin cream (a herbal medicine extracted from chillis) to my skin after starting with flu and aching muscles. I’d figured some heat might help. Like a bath. Or a hot water bottle. Or some deep heat. We … Continue reading One Hot Mama!
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?
Back in 1990, when my friends and I were about 11, our Halloween ‘fancy dress’ was simply a bin bag with a hole in the top and a turnip hanging on a piece of string (a turnip or a swede? A turnip I think.) Our annual ‘patch’ to go sweet gathering was our street, the adjacent street and around the block. We knocked on … Continue reading Halloween: Old School, baby!
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?
Sport: you either love it or you hate it. At school, I was never really a ‘winner’ at sports myself (I once thought I’d won the backstroke but everyone else had already got out of the pool). Still, I had a few coping strategies to deal with my athletic defeats. ‘Where did you come?’, a spectator (clearly not spectating well enough) would ask. ‘4th’ I’d quip, … Continue reading Sports day: The competitive mum’s field day