Tales from the Coal Face at Mumsnet Blogfest15

I’m not from the sort of family who frequents green rooms and public speaking events. I’m from, well, Rotherham.

When I was asked to speak at Mumsnet Blogfest15, myself and those close to me were therefore Β somewhat bemused and excited. Very excited. Continue reading

My thoughts on the Oxford English Dictionary’s word of the year


‘ πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚’ ???




‘πŸ˜‚’ πŸ‘Ž

‘πŸ” ’ πŸ‘πŸΌ




When we don’t have the words we still need to talk. Especially to our children.

Mumsnet  asked if I would write a guest post about the Paris attacks, focussing upon how to speak to our children about atrocities such as this.

Should we speak about it at all?

I thought I didn’t have the words. I decided it was important to try to find them.

When we don’t know what to say, that’s when we really need to talk and listen to our children. Isn’t it?

Here is the post. Thank you for taking the time to read it. 

End of the Fall – A poem


When I fell for you
I must have bumped my head
That must be why I spent so long
In your sullied bed

When I fell for you
I must have grazed my knee
That must be what was stinging,
Not the words you spoke to me

When I fell Β for you
I mustΒ have hurtΒ my foot
That must be why I hobbled
As you refined your strut

When I fell for you
I must have sprained my wrist
That must be why I didn’t fight
All those girls you kissed

When I fell for you
He must have broke my fall
That must beΒ why you’re missing me
And why I’m standing tall