I feel I’ve got stuck in some almighty, emotionally fuelled dead end. Last week when I was all “Yeah, I’m fucking blogging again!” I really, truly believed it was there but it appears my bravado fizzled … Read more →

All the Small Things

My eyeballs are broken. They simply refuse to work without my strong, stupidly obnoxious glasses that seemed like such a fantastic idea at the time of purchase. This affliction is definitely not aided by reading … Read more →


This post was going to come with a trigger warning, but then my head went on a tangent about how using the word trigger as a warning, a safe word if you will, for people … Read more →


Number of blog posts published – 226 Number of views – Pffft, we’re above that, ain’t we? Enough, anyway. Number of times I’ve written the word fuck – infinite. Number of blog induced wobbles, including the … Read more →


There’s only so many times I can say, Oh God, I feel terrible. There’s only so many words I can write describing what’s going on in my head, that I can’t say out loud. There’s only … Read more →

How To Have Writer’s Block

Firstly, you need the writer’s block uniform, you have to look the part. Dressing gown. Yes, even in this weather. Sans bra. Optional – jogging bottoms or pyjamas, topped off with mystery stains. Out of shape, greying T-shirt, … Read more →

BritMums Live in Bullet Points

I have put off writing this post, simply because writing it means that it’s really over, it’s finished, it’s in the past and that in turn makes me feel really fucking sad tbh. There was just … Read more →