Sitting in a local bar a few months ago, I was chatting to a lovely family friend. You know the type that you don’t see that often. The conversation turned to Gabe. How is he doing? Grand, grand, I replied. Doing great. Standard response when out and about. There was a pause so I knew it was coming. […] Read more…
A friend of mine got in touch recently, close to tears. Someone had told her that they’d overheard a group of school Mums laughing about her, saying how noisy her house was and that you could hear the shouting from three roads away. The instigator was her neighbour. A lady who is usually nice (to her face). My friend wasn’t […] Read more…
Listen up small people, My name is Gabe and I’ve decided to appoint myself as KING of the toddlers (AKA the boss). If you would stop licking that dog bowl or just refrain from putting toast in the DVD player for a minute, I’ll tell you why. It is quite obvious really. At four, I am […] Read more…
Dear Mr Godsiff How are you? I am so glad you retained your seat for Birmingham Hall Green at the recent election and you had my vote again. Today I am joining with a group of bloggers to write open letters to our MPs to ask them to join the All Party Parliamentary Group (APPG) on rare, […] Read more…
We all get it. That bubbling volcanic rush of blood to the head. When rational thought goes out the window. When you know that you should calm down and defer to reasoning mode, appeal to better natures and what not. BUT you just can’t help it. Hell you don’t much care. Someone is messing […] Read more…
So, my boy, you are starting school.The time has come.Too fast. But here nonetheless.My last baby on your next adventure.The first big chapter that you’ll do alone. When I see all the little ones in their too-big uniforms looking like they are playing dress up, I won’t be the only parent on the school playground […] Read more…
I started blogging two and a half years ago by default really. I didn’t even know ‘mummy and daddy blogs’ existed. There was barely a mention of them on Facebook back then. Now my news feed is littered with shared posts – some funny, others sad, lots truly inspiring. It began when a support group I […] Read more…
I was half way there when I first saw him. The gut ache of regret and loss didn’t get me that first time. That came much later in the day. To remind me that in the most mundane of moments, grief can slap you in the face at any time. In an attempt to shake off the effects of […] Read more…