Postpartum partying: My first ‘girls night out’…

‘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 hated being pregnant…

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 I hated being pregnant…

Road Trip Romance…?

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 Road Trip Romance…?

Everyone is getting engaged and having kids, and I’m over here like…

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…

Help. I’m moving back in with my parents…

There are times –desperate times, mind- when one becomes an adult but must return home to live at their parents abode. (I was 25, crying buckets and carrying a very large holdall and an even heavier heart.) Mum was amidst one her regular cleaning frenzies when I stepped over a pile of shoes at the back door that resembled sandbags preventing a flood. Had she … Continue reading Help. I’m moving back in with my parents…

St Helens Speak

I remember the first time I heard my own voice on a recording and I was like..’Uh, who’s that then!?’ (It totally didn’t match the voice I’d been hearing in my head all my life, see.) ‘It’s you’. ‘Whaaaaat?’, I squirmed. ‘That’s…actually……me?’ How did my brain  process the words flying out my motormouth so fast and why did I keep saying ‘luv’ all of the … Continue reading St Helens Speak

Worst dates: The Widnes one

In the mid naughties, I was 25 and single. Still. Life should have been sweet, although most of my friends had gone a bit stale on me ‘cos they all had long-term boyfriends themselves. I was beginning to think that I’d never meet a good looking, kind, nice, genuine, honest, trustworthy, funny man of my own. And then I got invited out by some work … Continue reading Worst dates: The Widnes one