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On Strike

The Classy Wardrobe … and the winner is…

Thanks to all who entered this super competition win £100 to spend online at

The Classy Wardrobe

It’s been great to see how many people love the range and it’s given me a good excuse to spend a lot of time on their website and talking to others about fashion and convince Super Daddy I need the Adele jacket to match my dress.

But on to business.

There can only be one winner, generic viagra and that person is…..


Well done Cathy – Happy Shopping!

Please come back and let us know what you choose!

Thanks again for all entries.




Yesterday I caught up with a friend who I haven’t seen for nearly five years. We worked together nearly five years before that and spent many a Friday evening drinking wine, seek eating nachos and texting our husbands to say we’d missed the train home.

Geography got in the way of our regular catch ups as she moved off to Dubai and then back to her home, viagra canada Australia (with her Scottish husband in tow).

Yesterday we met one another’s children for the first time.

We ate lunch. She washed the dishes in my kitchen, picked raisins up off the floor.

We moaned to one another about the things friends moan to one another about.

She borrowed a cardigan of mine.

We went shopping for tights.

We stopped for coffee.

We did school pick up and we sat in the garden.

We did as true friends do.

We picked up as if it were yesterday.

Simon Jubilee

I didn’t plan to blog about the jubilee festivities as we were all out of bunting, online had no plans for a street party and the little monster still confuses HRH with the wicked queen from Alice in Wonderland.

Then I saw my twitter feed filled with Jublieeity and felt a little left out.

So we decided to maximise the free Jubilee events happening in our area.  First was the HobbyCraft ‘25% off  this weekend’ and free Jubilee face painting and crafts event.  The kids randomly had their faces painted with a Union Jack on one cheek and a Scotland flag on the other, and made ladybird, princess and cow finger puppets. Very Royal! We purchased more glitter glue to continue with the handmaking of birthday party invites, and in my Jubilee frivolity I conceded and allowed the princess to choose the bumper £11.99 pack. I then proceeded to purchase them without using my jubilee weekend discount voucher as I got slightly distracted by the little monster grabbing his crotch and shouting “there is something yellow coming out of my willy that goes in the toilet” as we stood waiting at the cash desk.

A quick trip to the ‘out of order but you can pee in them if you want to’ customer toilets and we were clear and good to make our way to Dobbies for the Jubliee Jamboree. We were too late for the complimentary strawberries, the band were just finishing up and I managed to spend nearly £10 on reduced baked goods since it was the end of the day.

Not so much on the ‘free’ after all.

Still we had a lovely time, and when Super Dad Skyped us from Holland just before bathtime, the kids were keen to tell him all about their day.

“We had our faces painted, we had jubilee biscuits, I made a cow, our balloons went flying to the sky when Mummy opened the car door, we had garlic bread for dinner!” they trilled manically.

“But, do you know what Daddy?” pipes up the little monster.

“Even though you weren’t here, we had  the best Simon Jubilee  ever!”

Bless, a weekend of celebrations, an extra bank holiday and some face painting, and they thought it was all in honour of their Daddy!




Tipping Point – We can’t look away

This blog was born out of two of my biggest loves, treat my family and writing.  This space was supposed to be allocated to lovely things, ed funny stories, humourous accounts of family life.

But today, its about something else. It’s about doing something small in an attempt to change something so utterly horrifying that I truly struggle to find the words.  So many others have done so much better than I and you can read their words here and across Twitter as together parent bloggers across the world use their voice to collectively make noise about these atrocities.

Syria. Mindless violence. Deliberate killings. Innocent children.

Whenever I’ve heard any news accounts on the radio of what’s been happening in this country, and I have the children in the car with me, or we’re round the kitchen table, I turn the volume down. I do it to shield their innocent minds from the horror of what’s happening there, but  perhaps, I think I do it because I don’t want to know either, because turning a blind eye, or burying my head in the sand keeps our little world close to perfect.

I can no longer look away. We can no longer look away.

Reading some of the words written by other parents today, I can’t describe the feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I had not appreciated the true nature of the horrific violence. The massacre in Houla on Wednesday. The deliberate, violent, terrifying killings of 49 children.  That’s the size of my son’s preschool class, my daughters primary one class.

So as I listen to my three year old in the room beside me giggle uncontrollably as he plays with his farm animals, I know I can raise my voice, along with thousands of others for those children who sadly no longer can’t.

Please do what you can, use the hashtags #TippingPoint #Syria #StoptheKilling  on Twitter today, or take action and sign the Save the Children  petition here.


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