It’s a cliche, but children grow up so fast, don’t you think? Two things have happened this week to make this point clear to me. The first was a couple of days ago when I accompanied Helen, our eldest daughter, to her school. Helen doesn’t start until September so this was an introductory session that
I’ve had this idea of a blog post whirring round my head for the past couple of days. I’m not sure it’ll be that finely crafted but here goes. I’ll start with a confession; I’m a bit of a feminist. I’ve been spurred on to out myself following my recent BritMums Live experience. Regular readers
It’s easy to forget the true meaning of Christmas. The present buying, the parties, the preparations for the kid’s Christmas show and so on make it a very busy time. It’s easy to forget this is a religious celebration with the concept of charity and gift-giving at its core. With this in mind, I thought
I ran away from home when I was a teenager. I didn’t do a particularly good job of it. After a few hours I phoned home from a call box (remember them?) and asked for someone to come and pick me up from a nearby village. My running away was the result of a petty
