Confession: Sometimes I do a little happy dance around my kitchen. It normally entails flailing of hands awkwardly in one direction whilst my legs do something really uncool and Dad-like, and at the same time mouthing words to a song from the ’90’s that nobody under the age of 30…
View PostGive me all of the chocolate, anytime, anywhere. I am a self-confessed, beyond help chocaholic. It just kinda makes me happy. Chocolate says ‘I love you’ so much better than a carrot in my world. It’s nothing personal carrot – it’s me, not you. But what to do when you…
View Post“Let’s getaway for the weekend” I said. “It’ll be great! We’ll just chuck a few things into a bag and off we go” 2 full days of packing, 3 near divorce incidents, one husband disappearing for a haircut just as you are about to pull out of the driveway and…
View PostIt’s normally about this time of year that the contents of my garage start to spill out onto my lawn. An Irish Pandora’s box of sorts….dragged from its winter slumber, dusted off and dumped into the paddling pool for a quick wash by those under the legal driving age who…
View PostHere’s a little known few facts about me. I have ostrich tendencies. Yes indeed you did read that correctly. And whilst I don’t necessarily hit speeds of up to 70km per hour we are similar in the fact that I cannot fly, but boy can I run. Just slower. Much…
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