Every full-time parent of small children needs a place to vent. Vaguely, you remember a time when you worried about deadlines and MOTs and when to fit in the Tesco shop. You didn't very often worry about faeces. Or facial injuries. Or how to get through the witching hour without throwing your children down a … Continue reading Notes from the trenches: 6
some days are like this
Notes from the trenches: 5
I love reading these 'Twenty-Six Text Messages You Must See Before You Die' listicles. And one of the reasons I love them is that they're proof that people actually send normal text messages to their friends and significant others. They organise social events and discuss dinner. They flirt. They do not, as a general rule, … Continue reading Notes from the trenches: 5
Newsflash: it’s not about me
Remind me not to invite this Wednesday to my next party. This Wednesday was the sort of party pooper that sits in the corner breaking stuff, throwing olives at the other guests and laughing too loudly and too close to your face. This Wednesday needed to be sedated, so I sedated it good and proper … Continue reading Newsflash: it’s not about me
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My frantic text messages to Timothy these days are a little more to do with impending injury and a little less to do with bodily fluids. Which is...nice, I suppose? Still feel bad about that assaulted goat. If you're reading this, Perky, I hope you can sleep at night. 11 Jan So, you know that … Continue reading Notes from the trenches: 3