Aimee Horton

Little Loves


This week has been busy.

I’ve started a new contract which means I’m in an actual office instead of at home working as and when I want! For more than five years I’ve had the total freedom to pick and choose my own days (give or take a few bits obviously) and the responsibility of fitting my contracting and writing was mine. But the thing with working from home for that long, is it can be quite suffocating, so even though I am writing Dottie every evening and at the weekends, I’ve actually become more motivated! I’m relishing being in an office with people. Plus you know, I needed new shoes.


Let’s skip this one shall we…



Man. Am I the only person who loves Benidorm as much I do? I JUST LOVE IT! It’s silly, it’s ridiculous, but it’s just good old fashioned british comedy, with spot on observations.


Screen Shot 2016-02-26 at 09.58.21I’ve made my husband start decorating our kitchen/dining/day room area. It’s nothing major, just in need of a bit of a spruce up. It’s only taken a year of convincing. We started off with him saying it was fine, then that maybe the ‘feature wall’ could be updated, and in the end he’s finally come round and agreed we’ll paint the entire room. Mainly because the paint was reduced to £10 a pot! I will let you know when it’s done!!


Like I said… I’ve been in the office so not just jeans this week! Most photos taken without makeup and hair done so excuse the general untidiness of the room.

Oh and the general mess!

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I can’t run. This makes me grumpy. So I have to do SOMETHING. Therefore Larry and I have started doing the 30 day shred (I say Larry is doing it, he did part of day 1, the second day he just watched and today I haven’t done yet!) so I am hearing “YOU CAN’T PHONE THAT IN!” and “IF YOU WANT RESULTS YOU GOTTA WORK HARRRDDD” “LOOK AT ANITA!” Every.Single.Day.

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I posted this on Instagram the other day. 

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Everyday I see something on my instagram feed or facebook, or twitter, that reminds me how amazing my mummy friends – real life and virtual – are. No matter what they’re doing, SAH, WFH, WFO, they’re working their socks off to fit everything in. It’s knackering being a mummies, it’s filled with daily guilt and of course frustrations when THEY JUST WON’T GET BLOODY DRESSED FOR SCHOOL. 

So for #FizzFriday I’m raising a glass to all mummy’s who just keep going.

Little Loves at Half Term


How is half term nearly over? As I sit here, the children are on a playdate while I am supposed to be working. Part of me is thinking “hey who needs to catch up on work this week when I have the chance to lie on the sofa and catch up on some TV and books.

Like I say, the week has flown by, and here’s why.


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OH MY GOD. AMANDA JENNINGS! *gushes* I have loved both of Amanda’s previous books, but the minute I opened In Her Wake I knew it was going to be special. I’ve not had as much chance to read it as I’d like this week, but I may have hidden in the bathroom a few times shouting “shhh” through the door so I could grab a few pages!


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They kids have driven me mad this week. I think we’ve just been too busy. However, yesterday we finally got a chill day. We chilled out at my mum’s, watching TV, eating Jam Tarts and most importantly making dens. There’s nothing like a good den, and it’s even more special when it’s made out of the blankets I used to make my own dens from when I was a little monkey.


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Like I say, some might say I have a problem, I say I just embrace the things I love. I got my gorgeous leopard dress from Warehouse in the sale (£10 BAYBAY!) and the scarf I’ve had forever. I may have had to use it as a blanket over the winter as it’s blooming cold!


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Noise. A. Lot. Of. Noise. And mostly I don’t mind, I mean, it’s nice to have time together. But SOMETIMES I must admit, my head was ready to explode by bed time! Luckily for all the squealing, loudness, stroppiness, thundering about and whining, the noise of these monsters laughing makes up for it every time. Nearly.


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It could just be a few sunny (albeit blooming freezing) mornings, it could be the fact that we haven’t had chance to stop…and probably won’t until July, or it could be a MIRACLE, but suddenly dragging myself up in the morning hasn’t felt so bad. 

Usually it is either UP > RUN > SHOWER > DRESS > GO GO GO or UP > SHOWER > DRESS > GO GO GO. It’s amazing what a cup of tea and five minutes to gather your thoughts does for your frame of mind and motivation. Let’s hope I can continue on!

Twisted Knickers.


So. The motherhood challenge thing happened, and without realising that everyone was going to get their knickers in a twist for twisting sake, I posted my photos. I didn’t nominate anyone though, mainly because I’m too self absorbed and forgot that part.

I joined in because at that moment it was taking all my restraint not to shout “GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP” up the stairs. I joined in, because a few people had ‘nominated me’ and I thought “fuck it, looking at pictures that make me smile remind me that my children are ok at times.” I also joined in, because rather naively I thought certain people might like to see the pictures and read my comments.

I didn’t realise that by admitting I love my kids I was bragging. I didn’t realise that I was insinuating that I was an amazing mum, or that I was doing a fantastic job, or that I was patting myself on the back and being a smug cow. It was not so long ago, that by saying something negative about your child made you a bad mother. I’ve done that too, so sorry about that. Sorry about it all.

You see, as a mum, I like to look at other mum’s pictures. Admittedly nobody has a child as cute as mine, but I still think most people’s kids are blooming cute. I like to see these children grow up. I like to see them having a tantrum because you gave them the wrong coloured plate, or the sofa that they’ve drawn on. I like to see them at their first swim gala, in their first football kit, on their first day of school or achieving star of the week. I like to see a mum being proud – even if sometimes some posts are a bit vomit inducing.

But here’s the deal – for me anyway. My social media accounts aren’t for your benefit.

 It’s probably surprising to hear, from somebody who supposedly wears their heart on their sleeve across most social media networks, but when I upload/write a status I’m not doing it for the general public, I’m doing it for me.

I don’t go on social media to be offended, quite the opposite, often I go on to cheer myself up. You see, the people on my feed, I like them. They make me happy. Yes, there is the odd person who can post a status that makes them come across as a bit of a pillock, there are some needy cryptic attention seekers, and I’m not really that fussed about how many places you can check into on a day. But I’m not offended by it all, I just scroll on through, and look at the things that make me smile.

People’s achievements. Oh my god, I love to see how people are doing, people from my past and present, who are all over the world these days, they’ve run marathons. They’ve got new jobs, they’ve had kids, they’ve got married, they’re moving house, they’re following their dreams. I LOVE IT. Facebook and Instagram to me, are the way I keep up, because I have come to terms with the fact that no matter how many birthday cards I buy, they’ll never get from the glove box to the post box.

I don’t tend to join in any of the viral stuff, and I actually avoid anything that’s to ‘raise awareness to charity’ unless I think it will get a laugh, because well, that’s what I like to do, I like to make people laugh. I like to raise a smile amongst the perils of day-to-day life. It makes me happy. You really couldn’t give a toss about me not wearing make up, and I couldn’t give a toss if you knew I’d given to that charity or not. It’s really not anybody’s business.

It’s a bit like the fact that I don’t tell you that for the last four days I’ve been sat with my foot up and I’m bloody depressed about the fact that I can’t run. Nor do I tell you that it’s impacted my entire writing week, and I’ve spent a lot of time in tears eating yellow food. Why would I post that? Makes me sound a bit pathetic. In fact, I’ve deleted this paragraph about three times because I feel a bit of a twat, but I’ll keep it in to enhance my rant.

You see, I know we live in Instagram nation, and we all know that we’re all guilty at one time or another of taking 50 million photos and filtering the fuck out of them. But I also think we’re getting a little guilty of over-thinking. I agree maybe the word “challenge” and the act of having to “tag a person who you think is an awesome mum” were not the best choices for this particular facebook “meme”, but perhaps it’s about time  we realise that some people are just making memories for themselves, not to rub them into you, and perhaps you’re getting offended about something that is really rather insignificant (a few extra pictures in your timeline which is probably full of other baby and family snaps) in the grand scheme of things.