Sofa. His Living Room. On the verge of splitting up. 2010. Him: “Ha! Like Rafiki and Simba?” Me: “Who?” Him: “From The Lion King. Rafiki, he lifts Simba, remember?” Me: “Never seen it” Jeez, I’ve never seen him more outraged since the Marks & Spencer chocolate milk debacle (to cut a long, calorie laden …
Month: January 2013
I’m not going to beat about the bush. The terrible twos suck. That’s right, currently my laughing chubby monkey is going through his least endearing stage. It’s difficult isn’t it? When you have one that’s been through it, but you manage to block it out? Then you have another child, it’s beautiful, it’s cute, it’s …
Last year I started off January getting fit. I’d discovered running in 2011 and after a knee injury and some decent trainers I got back on it. I loved it. Not only was it the perfect way to get some “me” time without having to deal with the perky chatty people at the gym (NO …