This week, I can barely walk around Tesco without needing a sick bucket. No, I’m not pregnant. I just can’t stomach the nauseating display of cards. To my wonderful mum … to the best mum in the world … to a special mother ….. Yeah, it’s Mother’s Day. I get the message. But I refuse to be emotionally and socially … [Read more...]
Kids, couch grass and poo
11/03/2012 By Leave a Comment
Allotments are like kids. Take your eyes off them for five minutes and they run riot. This weekend, while Unhusband was otherwise engaged, I spent a back-crunching few hours trying to remove the gardening equivalent of felt tip pen on the walls, from the strawberry patch. If only couch grass came out in the wash. If … [Read more...]
