Like most first time parents, I am very snap happy. My iPhone memory is always full and my camera roll boasts thousand of pictures of my bouncing baby boy growing into an independent toddler. It is a luxury that today’s parent can enjoy. I remember family holidays when I was a kid. Dad would pull…
Rupert is Missing… These are words that strike fear in my heart. My hands become clammy and suddenly it feels like the room is spinning. My mind begins racing at a hundred miles an hour, where could he have gone? How did I fail to notice he was missing? No, Rupert isn’t my son. He’s…
Yes, you did read that right. This is one of my more controversial opinions and it is one that receives very little support until I explain my reasoning. You get the day off work No employer would dream of insisting that you stay at work during labour. In fact they would probably call an ambulance…
Meet my ironing pile. Normally I wouldn’t introduce people to my laundry but this has been sitting, waiting to be done for so long I fear it has developed a personality. I hate ironing. I have always hated ironing and I view people who claim to enjoy ironing with suspicion, however D-Day has come and…
The Train Driver's Wife 