Crank up some Peter Andre because we are heading back to school in the naughty nineties!
Mummy Time
(Not so) Fabulous at 40
Who said “Life begins at 40?” No really, who? Because I have some serious questions for them. Clearly it was coined in an era where people had the chicks almost out of the nest and the ‘hard yards’ were nearly done. It’s just that it took me a little longer than the rest to find…
What MAFS Has Taught Me
Ding Dong! Anyone else suffering from MAFS Fatigue? On my very last legs as I stare down the finish line…
I CAN’T BLAME THE PANCAKES : Why Won’t She Sleep?
Pancakes on a Wednesday are over. The special mid week rest day for the new Preppies are over and my baby girl is a full time school girl. Yep…it really is all happening so fast and I am regularly crippled with a moment of panic when on old FB memory flashes up on my phone….
Your Christmas Party “MUST HAVE” Glad Rags! Birdsnest to the Rescue.
Hey chickadees; I am ready to fluff my feathers and crow from the rooftops, because the silly season is upon us! I love it! I love everything about Christmas. It is taking every ounce of my being to hold off on the decorations till December, but I am busting the carols out at full blast…
MY TIME IN TRUE CRIME (MY PODCAST OBSESSION)
I once had a serious addiction to Tic Tacs. Not a word of a lie. There may have been other obsessive tendencies along the way, but most recently I have become addicted to Podcasts. Why? Because I can listen to them at my own pace and drown out the noise around me; whilst I chop…
THE 7 STAGES OF PARENTING AND MY BERTOCCHI HAM
This morning it occurred to me that I have sailed (albeit a little shakily) into the next stage of parenting…. But let’s just start at the start, shall we. STAGE 1 : Maternity leave (before the baby arrives). This is possibly a few weeks (if you’re lucky) of forced rest before the little bundle roars….
CRACKING CRAIC
What a great night of craic! I was literally homesick for a country I wasn’t even born in! On Wednesday night, ‘Paddy Flynn’ welcomed us to his ‘Irish Celtic Pub’ (actually at The Palms at Crown) and sang and danced us through the history of Ireland. My feet kept tapping and my own husband, Paddy…
Shots and Shimmeys
I blame Michael Jackson. (Please forgive me.) With “Don’t Stop ’til you get Enough,” pumping surround sound, we pushed through the doors of the bar and skidded sideways on to the dance floor. I was 25 and my moves were sharp, my face had just the right sexy pout and all the words poured effortlessly…
HIPPITY HIP HOORAY
43. Today. Hippity hip hooray to me. There are a few things I have learnt over the years that I feel is important to share with you. You know you are getting older when : the ‘does my bum look big in this’ ship has already sailed, and you are now asking, ‘can you…
