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There are lots of questions I don’t know the answer to for example: Why do people put sweetcorn on a roast dinner? Why hasn’t someone invented calorie free wine? And why hasn’t anyone made a more comfortable tampon? it is 2022 for heavens sake ! But when someone asked me the other day ‘what actually…

When the day decides it’s done. It’s gives way to the night. No questions, no time, it just happens. I guess death is a bit like that isn’t it. It comes. It takes its victims and then the cycle starts again. I’m not sure what I want to say in this post. I’m not even…

It’s started, well it started a few weeks ago. I think to be fair it never really stopped. I am a chubby girl and I am aware that in lockdown I may have put on a few extra pounds. I am short, I look at food and gain weight and have been this way through…

This was written a few months ago, then some virus happened and I forgot to post it! 💋 Recently I’ve discovered a lady called Gina Hatzis. She is the founder of “Too Much Woman”. This woman makes me wanna stand up and flash my granny pants and shout “Put down the wine, someone gets it”…

I keep walking round my house singing Akon’s classic ‘been locked upppppp, won’t let me out….. won’t let me out…….’ Which of course is neither big nor clever, I haven’t worn a scrap of make up in three weeks, I reckon I’ve out on about a stone and I’ve actually got as bruise on my…

So we are in the middle of a pandemic, epidemic , media frenzy. I’m not normally one to bother with hype, keep well, eat your greens and WASH YOUR HANDS blah blah blah, if I get I, get it attitude. However, what I am just in disbelief over , is that we are having to…

Last night , was just an ordinary night. I was binge watching all the tv I had missed over the past 4 years (I own a daughter who isn’t fond of sleep). My husband was in bed due to his early starts, said daughter had finally got to sleep at about 9pm and I had…

You don’t speak for me My womb is my own My breasts are my own My body is my own My eggs are my own You don’t speak for me My vote is my own My voice is my own My opinion is my own My decisions are my own My life is my own…

When I was younger, I had a habit of being banned from libraries ! How rock and roll! Mainly because I would forget to take books back, forget about the fine and end up owing about £25 and thus deciding that said £25 was better spent in Topshop. It’s not something I’m proud of and…

When you write I think your ears become sensitive to things around you. You listen for interesting conversations that create a spark in you and make you want to write or express your own opinions.  Lately I have been listening for positives. Mainly for people being positive about themselves or others. I heard plenty of…