Happy smoochy day everyone. Continue reading
Quite some time ago, pre-Whirling Dervish days, Wise Best Friend said to me “I’ve always thought if you had had children, you’d be one of us.”
This tickled me and actually made me feel quite pleased with myself.
I do hope Wise Best Friend won’t be offended by the broad generalisation of cloth nappies, baby wearing, breast feeding, lefty leaning, hemp and spelt eating (may have made the last bit up, although she does make her own bread which is yummy).
So yes, if I’d gone down the motherhood route, I would, most likely be a ‘natural mama’ (I think I’m getting a rash just typing about this), or at least started out with those intentions (WBF also says she and her sister wish they’d made lists of all the things they said they would never do when having children, and then cross them off as they did them). Continue reading
I completely agree that talking about periods out in the open and especially in the world of sport IS still a taboo.
However (and I’ve only read the online article referring to comments on Radio 5) Annabel Croft doesn’t really appear to have advanced the issue by using terms such as “women’s monthly issues” “these issues”.
Periods! They’re called periods! Continue reading
Hello neglected blog and lovely readers!
I think it is important for Whirling Dervish to have some time on her own with her Dad.
I also think it’s good for the two of us to get some ‘girly’ time now and then (when I say ‘girly’ I mean pretending to be pirates, discussing dragons and descending into mild hysteria over farts). Continue reading
I saw it a few years ago in the West End, having been neglectful of my theatre-luvvie self in recent times, and was just blown away by it.
Now, and I’m aware I’m venturing in to a very sensitive territory here, Whirling Dervish’s Mum and husband attend a local church with her that, let’s just say, has some interesting views of the world. There will be a post on this at some point, but not today.
I knew the very title of the musical would instantly get Whirling Dervish’s Mum’s ‘invoking the devil’ radar up, so asked Husband to speak to her about it, explain it is the pre-story to The Wizard of Oz and it’s no more/ less magical/ opening a doorway to evil than ‘The Chronicles of Narnia’, ‘How to Train Your Dragon’, ‘Percy Jackson’ or ‘Scooby Doo’ (these days features actual monsters, not just the caretaker in a mask), all of which are standard viewing fare for Whirling Dervish!
The initial response was a sucking in of breath and an “ooh I don’t know about the sound of that, I’ll have to ask the church.” Continue reading
Whirling Dervish cracks me up.
We picked her up at 7am yesterday as her Mum went off to hospital.
She spent, I do not exaggerate, every five minutes all day asking if we’d heard from Mummy yet with news. Continue reading
I didn’t participate in #TheList linky* (wonderfully hosted by Mums’ Days and You Baby Me Mummy) last week as I have spent all week composing to this one, my most involved blog post yet, but certainly no chore.
*I have just taught myself to underline in html, hurrah, apologies in advance for its over-use.
At the risk of repeating myself and drawing even more attention (no such thing as too much) to MY BIRTHDAY (yesterday, since you ask, but I’m dragging it out for as long as possible), here are the things that have brought me joy each day in the last week of my thirties. Continue reading
I hear and read a lot about parents feeling like they are their kids’ chauffeur so I assume it comes with the territory, but, of course, when parents are apart it gets a bit more involved. Continue reading
I have mentioned this before, but I really cannot stress enough how big a birthday brat I am. Continue reading
It was lovely. Lots of turning round from her pew from Whirling Dervish to wave up at the balcony to meeeee! Continue reading