November 6, 2018
I often find CRUMBS, All over the floor, That are left by my kids, aged 11 and 4. When I strap the kids in, To the car to go out, They’ll be CRUMBS on the seats, mixed with sand, there’s no doubt. Sometimes I find CRUMBS, As I lie in my bed, Some sat perched on my pillow, Getting stuck…
October 27, 2018
I’m sure I’m not alone in this, but I have a constant guilt that I’m not providing my family with as much as they deserve. Whether it be that I’m not earning enough money at work or that we don’t go out enough as a family, I always feel as though I need to be doing more. Considering I feel…
November 24, 2017
You shit in my garden, You sit on my fence, You keep killing birds, And it’s not self defence. You leave bits of carcass, And bird feathers spread, Then aggressively purr, As you perch on my shed. You circle my house, Like you’re casing the joint, I’m not sure of your reasons, Are you making a point? I guess I…
November 17, 2017
Kids are hard work. I mean, they’re obnoxious little shits that drive us mental, from the moment they wake up, to the moment they go to bed. Can I have a drink? It’s not fair! What’s for dinner? I don’t want to tidy my room! I’ve lost my shoes! Can I have chocolate? I don’t want to! Etc etc……
October 21, 2017
So many times, in so many different situations, I have wanted to express myself, but for some reason not been able to. Whether overhearing a conversation that I could have been a part of or being at a meeting that I could have contributed valuably to, there is just something inside of me that heavily convinces me to just keep…
August 19, 2017
Sometimes you’ll say – ‘I hate you’, Then say sorry with a hug, Sometimes you’ll drive each other mad, Hiding the remote under the rug. Sometimes you’ll steal their clothes, But sometimes they’ll steal yours too, Sometimes you’ll eat all of their sweets, And then say it wasn’t you. Sometimes you’ll trip them as they pass, Making them fall flat…
July 1, 2017
Beech’s chocolates sent me goodies, Through the post the other day, In exchange for this review, And for a chance to have my say. Prosecco chocs, some ginger ones, And salt caramel truffle, The choices that we had to make, Had caused quite the kerfuffle. The partner and the kids, Had all seen the chocs arrive, And were crowding all…
June 10, 2017
So… what the hell is this ring all about? and how the frig is it supposed to prevent snoring? Apparently, it has something to do with acupuncture. I have chosen to volunteer myself as the guinea pig for this either outrageous or ingenious design idea, and intend to share my experiences with the world! (Or whoever decides to read this).…
September 26, 2016
You may not have my surname, Or my blood run through your veins, You may not have my signature, For In the ink it still remains, When you cried hello I never heard, For then I never knew you, Your existence still unknown to me, As we’d not been introduced to. As you started growing older, With your mother by…
September 20, 2016
I love to challenge the perception in which people look at things – to make them question a subject that they may otherwise look at from a singular dimension. There is one subject in particular that I have raised with a few different people, but only one has ever understood where I was coming from. Are we the only ones?…