Under pressure
Apr16

Under pressure

How often do I write about feeling under pressure? Too often. Is it time I got a grip and sorted it out? Probably. But I don’t think it’s going to happen just now, so I’m under pressure yet again. After a pleasant week off, work, school, governors and hobbies are back with a vengeance. And I am left wondering how I am even going to find time to cook a meal, let alone keep the house clean. Which all makes for an...

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Steps – Better best forgotten?
Apr15

Steps – Better best forgotten?

In the dim and distant 90s, after I graduated, I stayed on in Nottingham, the city where I had been to university. There was nothing there for me apart from a boyfriend (now my husband) with the beginnings of a career, earning peanuts. No job, no money, no family, no friends. My husband earned so little he was forced to work in a pub to supplement his income. We lived in a studio flat for one person. I endlessly applied for jobs and...

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Another crappy journey
Apr14

Another crappy journey

My family and crappy journeys go hand in hand. Don’t forget, we are the family who took longer to get to Lake Garda in Italy than it takes to get to NEW ZEALAND. And we lost all our shoes on the way… I didn’t share with you the day-long run through treacle that was our epic journey back from Ashford, where we had stayed over for the night after getting back from Disneyland Paris. So it’s only right that I share...

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London part 2
Apr13

London part 2

We arrived at Stratford Westfield shopping centre for our family trip to London just before lunch. Getting into the shopping centre is like Fort Knox, but you get a really good view of the Olympic stadium and the weird twisty viewing gallery thing. My eldest was shouting ‘There’s the aquatic centre!’ ‘There’s the velodrome!’ ‘There’s the basketball court!’ I had to take his word...

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Free spirit
Apr12

Free spirit

My younger son is a free spirit. And I love it. He has an energy, enthusiasm and zest for life quite unlike anyone else I know and I hope he never loses it. He bowls out of his room at 100mph with a big grin on his face in the morning and launches himself into me for a cuddle. And from there he doesn’t stop. He runs, he jumps, he dances. And he falls over and crashes into things. The house is too small for energy like his. His...

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