I see you, teenage child. With your swagger and secrets. Sticking your flag in new territories. Of course, I’m boring. Show me a mother who isn’t. It’s our gift. To you. A life solidified – a crash mat made of person. Ready for your ungrateful bounce.
James Bond’s time is up, MI5 has come to its senses. British spy bosses have announced that they’re keen to recruit more middle-aged women to the ranks of the intelligence agencies. More? It’s hard to see where they might fit among the well-cut suits, rippling biceps and broodingly mysterious strangers. Do you notice many […]
One of the most troubling issues that homeowners face is how they can fit everything they own in their existing home. With the consideration on how costly it is to move into a new home these days, the best option would be to maximise the available space that you already have. Some people go for […]
So it’s that day again, the Sunday where there will be whispering and plots, tea and toast in bed. It’s Mothers’ Day. Apparently it’s all about appreciating us mums. Because we’re worth it. Only quite a few of us don’t believe we are. Have you noticed? The number of mums who are quick to label […]
Flickr Exercise should be a part of your life, especially if you don’t get much opportunity to move around at work. But some people are so keen to start exercising that they end up making mistakes which could damage their health or otherwise injure them. We talk often about the good exercise can do […]
We often find it hard to make space for the things we love. Or, if we do make space, we don’t always give it the amount of love and attention it deserves. Never is this truer than with writers. Making space for writing can be tough. When you’re starting out, your writing journey may be […]
OK, I am not as on track with the Slacker’s Guide than I’d hoped to be. In the same way that only getting half-way up a hill twice does not equal having bagged a Munro, half of Moby Dick plus half of Anna Karenina don’t equal two properly ticked off classics. Ho hum. Maybe […]
March in the north and it’s still difficult to imagine that balmy summer evenings, let alone short sleeves and bare feet, are even possible. Believe, my friends, believe. Before you know it. Ok, in between six and 10 weeks, I’m fairly sure that it’ll get a bit warmer and we’ll be gazing at the […]