Every little girl dreams of her wedding day. For all time, in every pretty pink bedroom, a future bride has closed her eyes tightly and pictured her magical day. The 12 tiered cake, the enchanted flowers in full bloom and of course, the whopping great gown. She envisages galloping into a perfect sunset, protected by …
I’m a girly girl. I love make up, shopping, shoes & clothes, I hate camping, mud and Spiderman. Not wanting to state the obvious but I live with three boys. That’s right, three stinking, smelly, grubby boys. Which means that as the children grow up, I am slowly being engulfed with three times the irritations which …
Oh yay, the three-nager appears to have reappeared. It started the other week, when he was off colour. I tried to be sympathetic, after all he wasn’t just “off colour”, he was boy “off colour”. I tried to be understanding when he said his cheerios hurt his throat, when he said that the Yorkshire Pudding’s …