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Feb 18th, 2012
Half term hell, flicky hair, skating and crashing
So that’s it, then. Half term is officially over. The thing with teenagers is that you seem to miss most of half term as they’re asleep. By 11.30 I take to banging and crashing around, and if they’re still not up by noon, the hoover comes out (they know this is a ploy, I never hoover usually).
Then there’s the work. The Prof’s A levels are worrying me. Seriously, if I...
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English Mum |
Feb 11th, 2012
Review: ‘Sweet Peas for Summer: how to create a garden in a year’ by Laetitia Maklouf
As you know, I’m a bit of a Twitter addict. And yes, I know a lot of people just don’t get Twitter, but I’ve made some amazing connections on there (I hesitate to say friendships, as I suppose that’s not possible with someone you’ve never actually met). One such person is the utterly gorgeous and adorable Laetitia Maklouf. We discovered a shared love of garden-pottering and...
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Feb 4th, 2012
The end of alcohol-free January – and the results
So finally… FINALLY! alcohol-free January is over. It seemed like a really long month but I stuck to my guns and not a drop of alcohol, nor a single fattening thing passed my lips the entire time.
It was tough. That’s an understatement – it was really tough. For someone whose routine is to finish clearing up from dinner, then head straight to the fridge for a glass of wine before collapsing...
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Jan 31st, 2012
Micky bickies (OFFICE WARNING: naughty biscuit photo alert)
Waaay before we were good buddies, on our first trip to Disneyworld Florida, my fellow bloggers, the Disney 7 (well, the other 6), were most perplexed by the fact that any time anyone from Disney mentioned the ‘hidden Mickeys’ placed all around the resorts and parks, I dissolved into snorty cackling. It didn’t matter how much I tried. One mention of a mickey and that was it – my...
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Jan 26th, 2012
You know you love me, right?
As the parent of teenagers, there are certain opening sentences that strike fear into the bottom of my bottom. One of these, used by both de brevren on a regular basis is ‘Mum… you know you love me, right?’ to which I have to dutifully reply ‘yeeeees’? and wait, cringing slightly, for the bombshell that follows.
The answer can be a miriad of different horrors… a recent selection...
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English Mum |
Jan 15th, 2012
In which the Ninja Cat of Death causes ABH and falls off a window ledge
Cats.
Gorgeous, fluffy, plumptious, cuddly balls of loveliness.
Or in our case, vile, evil, furry balls of complete hatred (bar 2.2 minutes of purriness around dinner time).
When we got Ninja as a kitten, she was already horrible. I think the toddlers at the place where we bought her had been allowed free rein and the poor thing had virtually been hugged to death. So in Ninja’s view, humans = forced...
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English Mum |
Jan 5th, 2012
My first snapshot of the year: a KS Goddess Therapy facial with Katie Hill.
So my lovely friend, Jane (of Diary of a Desperate Exmoor Woman fame) has written a gazillion books (check out her page on Amazon for the full list) all about stuff like detoxing, Ayurveda, energy and loads of alternative therapies, amongst other things. She’s been helping me sort my head out recently, getting me in the right mindset to start the year fit and healthy (or at least working towards it)....
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English Mum |
Jan 3rd, 2012
In which English Towers becomes a gin-free zone
So after all my moany, whiny protestations, English Dad actually DID buy me underwear for Christmas (sorry, lonnnnjjjjherrrieeee, you have to say it right). It was very pretty, not too thongy, and actually really nice.
I tried it on.
In front of him.
There was some levering. Actually, there was quite a lot of levering. And a bit of sweating. And a bit of unsightly overspill. Quite a lot, if I’m...
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English Mum |
Dec 31st, 2011
2012 will be all about snapshots. And not about stuff.
So here’s a question for you: what did you get for Christmas last year? Go on, think hard. And your birthday? Hmm, thought not. I can’t remember either. And that’s not to belittle my beloved and family, who obviously shopped mindfully and thoughtfully and bought me gifts they knew I’d love. I just honestly can’t remember.
Now I’ll ask you another question: where...
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English Mum |
Dec 30th, 2011
The Party: new friends, old friends and wine on the carpet
There’s nothing quite like a houseful of your favourite people to bring about a warm glow. Admittedly, several glasses of fizz added to my glow, but mostly it was goodwill and stuff, I’m sure.
We really did have a lovely time. Sadly, I’m completely useless and only managed to take two pictures, one of which was all blurry, the other of which was this one: Mad Uncle Ali, his lovely fiancée...
