Celebrity stink. 

Father Christmas, in his wisdom, decided to give my daughter perfume for Christmas. A celebrity endorsed pot of stink. Needless to say, she absolutely loves it and sprays it on with wild abandon. Now we can all enjoy living in Barbara Cartland’s liquorice bonbon boudoir. 

Someone find me an emergency wet Labrador and a bag of ferrets! 

Dangerous trousers….

Isn’t it time our teenagers had the chance to wear good quality clothes? I’ve seen trousers so perished, so covered in holes, the poor darlings are wandering around town in sub zero temperatures, buttocks falling out and looking like they’ve had an argument with a lawn mower. Time for action, write your MP and your council. Teens need trews. #trewsforteens

Hey Hollywood, here’s an idea…

Hey Hollywood, here’s a film idea for you….

 It’s the school summer holidays and a giant play dough monster decides to have a fight with a bucket of jam in a carer’s home every day for six weeks. Just add Angelina Jolie in a onsie chiseling vomit off a bean bag at 11pm, then BOOM! Box office number one!

Super human 

Carers are highly accomplished you know, we actually defy human evolution. One pair of eyes on the kids, another pair of eyes on the dogs who are with the kids in the garden. The eyes in the back of our head watching the tea cooking and several pairs of arms doing washing, bum wiping, cleaning and medical/DWP paperwork. I’m surprised we don’t all look like a boss eyed Dr Who extras.

Sleep like the dead? No chance! 

After consecutive nights of disturbed sleep (thanks to our delightful daughter), my despairing brain actually tried to give me some rest last night by dreaming I was in a coffin. Not actually dead, but lying peacefully in an elaborate dragon shaped coffin….. whilst my daughter repeatedly knocked on the coffin lid and shouted at me 

I’m looking forward to tonight’s dream, if I’m lucky I’ll be impailed on a spike whilst some small child demands jaffa cakes!

And we’re back….

Greetings multiverse! Apologies for our absence. 

Long months of moving house have zapped all brain resources!

But we turned ourselves on and off again and we seem to be working once more! (Although the internet here is slower than a sloth race!)

We are now even deeper in the Shire, surrounded by oak trees and wild beasties! Muntjac deer, birds, squirrels, ethereal wisps and enchanted hideaways.

Much is to do. Our house needs tender loving cash to bring it to life! New kitchen and bathroom to plan not to mention the veggie patch. The long term plan is self sufficiency and with almost 2 acres we have the potential to produce a great deal. The other part of the plan is jobs for the kids so to speak. When school days draw to a close either through ill health, age or even just the holidays, Fergus and Gwen need something to focus on. Having animals and plants to look after and nurture will offer them great therapy and boost their mental wellbeing. 

So the plans have started! Notebooks and blackboards are filled with ideas. Spring beckons and there’s veggies to plant! 

People before palaces…

​Thought for the day. In the wake of recent news that Buckingham Palace is to have a £369 million repair bill over the next decade, I have read & listened to much of the heated debate and would just like to add something to it. During our campaign to save 1 Ledbury Road, we asked our MPs, Jesse Norman and Bill Wiggin to help us find funding. They both felt the way forward is not from the public purse but  from a wealthy donor. Sadly, as yet, no friendly philanthropist has come forward but it made me think, surely this logic could apply to Buckingham Palace. 

I’m sure HRH The Queen has a veritable bulging black book of billionaires who would love to help in the restoration of Buckingham Palace. 

No one wants to see historic buildings fall into decay, it would be a tragedy to see them fall down. 

I don’t want to see families fall down either. I don’t want to see the tragedy of children taken into care because parent carers are broken and burnt out. I don’t want to hear again how a mother begged for respite because she couldn’t cope but was refused because there was no provision for her severely autistic child. 

I want to see a fairer distribution of wealth and a fairer life for families living on the edge due to disability or poverty. People before Palaces! 

One day…

One day I’ll awake and have a great shock

As I jump up from bed at the sight of my clock 

It’ll be morning, not night & to my delight 

We’ll all have slept right through till it’s light!

No 1am worrying or 2am twitching 

..then at 3am..’was that a thumping down in the kitchen??’

…no more nodding off (after being awake since 2)

To hear a 5 am shout…’I need a poo!’

One day we’ll all sleep right the way through 

All rested, contented and feeling renewed 

But it’ll be Monday I’m certain to bet 

And the whole family will have overslept 

We’ll burn the breakfast and miss the bus 

Be late for school and cause a fuss!

…but for now there’s coffee to give me some zing

I can day dream Santa will bring me some gin! 

Or failing that chocolate or maybe some treat

Like a lovely, delightful full nights sleep!