Progress

One of my claims to fame is that it took me six attempts to pass my driving test.  Really- S.I.X. It’s not something I am ashamed of (although you know my thoughts on shame by…

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HELP! (I need somebody)

When I first started uni my mother sent a parcel down to me through the post- a forgotten item from home, perhaps; a Travis CD maybe, my Barbie alarm clock peut-être?  All vital belongings when…

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April Shower

Last weekend we voyaged south to support my husband in the London Marathon- it was 25 degrees and I was slapping factor 50 on the kids like it was going out of fashion.  Tonight, I…

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Dawning

I have had an epiphany of sorts. Don’t worry, I haven’t got religious festival dyscalcula; I know it’s Eastertide… Last week we went up to visit our native homeland to share the Easter weekend with…

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Shame

I remember the first time I experienced feelings of shame. I was in Reception class, and for the crime of helping to fill my friend’s Fireman Sam lunchbox with water in the school toilets at…

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