Firstly, I want to say that if you’re a bit of a prude I’d suggest avoiding this post. Don’t get me wrong, that isn’t a dig. I’d love to be a bit of a prude and have a bit more... Continue Reading →
This year I will have a new years resolution, but for the first time in 20 years it won't be focusing on losing weight (I'm coming to terms with being a fatty, I wouldn't say that I'm embracing it but... Continue Reading →
So I just totally lost my shit with the beans. I didn't really shout, I just told them how it was. I spoke to them like they knew what the fuck I was on about and now, as they're sat... Continue Reading →
This is me trying to be a dynamic mum who gets her shit together every morning in a bid to make the evening that little bit easier. So beans...what do you want for dinner tonight?
I've been a mum for almost four years and I still can't believe I'm responsible for two tiny humans. I'm one of the most irresponsible people you'll ever meet. I just wing every aspect of my life, motherhood included. The... Continue Reading →
If you’re lucky enough to have never suffered with mental health issues then you may attach the cliché stigma of “man up” or “pull yourself together” to it, but deep down we all know it’s not that easy. My mental... Continue Reading →
DISCLAIMER: I have drunk (lots of) wine. I never struggle to think of what to blog about, if anything I very often stop myself writing about stuff because I appreciate not everyone is an open book. Some people in my... Continue Reading →
Every single day my beans blow my mind. They’re so happy with their life, so content in knowing how much they’re loved and how important they are. I don’t want them to ever lose that feeling. Since me and the... Continue Reading →
Earlier this year I had a couple of sessions with a shrink. She was lovely, kind, fierce and made perfect sense. But I'm a stubborn fuck and I didn't have enough time with her for me to take onboard what... Continue Reading →
