So, I can sit in my living room and as soon as I hit "publish" this article will go live, reaching.... ooh, tens of people I imagine. My blog will be global though, instantly, amazing. However, having spent an hour at a primary school e-Safety meeting tonight, I'm beginning to think that might be where my internet savvy skills … Continue reading How’s our technological world working for you today?
trials of a housewife
It’s been a mixed* start to the New Year
If this is how we mean to go on, 2016, I’m going to have to have stern words. Actually, stern words didn’t seem to work with Connor on January 4th as he climbed out of a school window to avoid the headmistress on the other side of the door, and ran out of the school … Continue reading It’s been a mixed* start to the New Year
iChina and why 30 million boys ARE wrong
Today's much delayed addition to my blog comes to you as a result of a trip abroad WITHOUT KIDS. So, no parenting tips or woes this time, instead I raise my tea cup to you all (fingers fanned, ceremoniously, like a peacock) and say "nihao" from China. Why China I hear you ask? Well, as the theme for the 20th wedding … Continue reading iChina and why 30 million boys ARE wrong
No. 1 for school holiday childcare in the UK: professional camp, or the guy fishing in the canal?
So, my dear reader I must apologise for leaving such a long gap between blogs, but I have been a full time parent for a while, as in all day every day, as a result of my charming son being permanently excluded from a less than super holiday camp. Within 5 days of attending this … Continue reading No. 1 for school holiday childcare in the UK: professional camp, or the guy fishing in the canal?
Farewell job centre
I recently received a charming letter from the lovely people at the department of works and pensions. You can tell its from them as soon as something that looks like brown toilet paper lands on your doorstep. It’s that or her majesty’s revenue and customs requesting money for tax and I haven’t made any money … Continue reading Farewell job centre
Compliments on my parenting skills, from two police officers
Well, if I was going to meet our local police as a result of one of our children's actions, I always thought it would be the smallest son with ADHD after he had set light to something like a residential block of accommodation, as a teenager. I did not anticipate the eldest daughter calling the police after … Continue reading Compliments on my parenting skills, from two police officers
It is MUCH better to be STUPID and unemployed/disabled
This week has been a bitty one to be honest. One sensory review of my smallest ADHD son, coupled with the ever increasing joy of signing on and parenting classes. Let’s start with the post though, and a refusal to renew the Disability Living Allowance for our eldest son who was born with bilateral cataracts and … Continue reading It is MUCH better to be STUPID and unemployed/disabled
Vodafone- I’m loyal, not masochistic
As a bona fide geek, I joined the line of people waiting for the Samsung Galaxy S6 Edge phone last month, and when I saw its metallic beauty in the shops at last, I called Vodafone customer services (191) from my decrepit elderly iPhone in order to upgrade. I'm calling this day, April 14th, Tuesday, Day … Continue reading Vodafone- I’m loyal, not masochistic
43 hours in the care of the NHS
Today I am continuing a theme that I love: process, and the absence of its value when someone could have been left to use their brain instead. Don’t get me wrong, to paraphrase a quite brilliant fellow MBA colleague, process porn excites me just as much as the next Project Manager. I love the way … Continue reading 43 hours in the care of the NHS
7am, Monday morning, on the paediatric ward
After a surprisingly OK shower, I head towards the parents’ kitchen which proudly bears the sign “free tea and coffee” on the door. I need to defrost; I do not need powdered coffee with no milk. Note to self – find café. I go to see how my girl is getting on, still fast asleep … Continue reading 7am, Monday morning, on the paediatric ward
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