Yee-haw! Rootin Tootin Car-bootin’

As the sun rises red over the plains. Gold, or at least bargain, fever runs high.The wagons have rolled in. The goods are unloaded.

Across the prairie come two sharp shootin’, fast talkin’ prospectors. Chaps full of change and a fistful of dollars. Quick on the draw when the price is right.

Welcome to the wild wild Westcountry.

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5 Tips for Hassle-Free Parenting

If I have learnt one thing since becoming a parent it is that I am great at handing out advice. This surprises me as I am exceptionally bad at asking for advice and even worse at receiving unsolicited advice (ask my husband). I suppose that I am just a repressed (“Not that repressed!” I can hear my husband snort) know-it-all! Continue reading

Sweating the Small Stuff

Parenting in the 21st century, huh? Who in their right mind would actually choose to do that? What with all the judgements, advice, worries and warnings. Parenting nowadays is like dancing through a field of landmines. Seems like fun but is full of unseen hazards. Wouldn’t it be nice to go back to a time before parenting became big business? A time when Arthur Ransome* could write about four siblings having unsupervised fun on a boat. And no one thought twice about it. No one started a campaign against him and the twittersphere didn’t go wild. When the Famous Five wandered around solving mysteries and eating egg sandwiches without their parents nearby. Continue reading

The Reading List

When I was pregnant it was oh-so-easy to decide what to read. Manuals. I reads heaps of heaps of book telling what to do, what not to do, what to expect, what to feel, think and believe (expectant mothers of the world unit and burn your Gina Ford – release yourself from the chains). No number of manuals will help you with motherhood. You just gotta learn on the job as it were… Continue reading

It’s not the winning that counts (but it is a little bit!)


Every Friday evening and Saturday morning you will find me (or my husband) sitting in the local gymnasium along with many other parents watching our kids learn backflips, somersaults, floor routines, trampolining and other stuff. Well, I say watching – we are half-watching but mainly we are moaning about the price of lessons and gym kits and the god awful smell of the place (pongy feet and whiffy children).

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