As my sister tucks my 10 year old into bed for the fifteenth time, he tells her ‘I like the luxury life’. Himself and my niece have been in and out of bed like yo-yos, such is the excitement of being away together! Our 12 year old, who is a prolific reader, slopes off to his (single) room to enjoy the benefits of the dimmer lamp that he’s discovered. #1 son mutters something about ‘streaks’ and makes his way up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire. I won’t spoil the surprise for any future visitors to the Farmhouse but one of the staircases is particularly quirky;Read More →

So I knew when I started planning my 40th celebrations that I wanted to go big…I mean BIG! As someone who doesn’t get out all that often, it shouldn’t be too difficult to get this taped. This meant trying to come up with something that encompassed all of my favourite things and all of my favourite people. I started trawling the internet for inspiration as some kind of house party sounded like a good idea. This meant that everybody could enjoy themselves without having the worry of having to drive home and that hopefully we could weave some more activities (and Prosecco) into the weekend.Read More →

“Oh Lisa!”. My mum was mortified, shuffling quickly away from the display of artwork and casting my poor, totally oblivious, dad a sideways look. In doing so she’d probably drawn more attention to what was an innocent work of art by an eight year old than she’d intended. Below the carefully crafted picture was a description which read in my best joined-up ‘My mum’s name is Glen and she works in the bookies’. My mum was keeping up appearances long before Hyacinth Bucket came on the scene. My mum was a force of nature. She would talk to anyone and I mean anyone…years of workingRead More →

It was 1982. Two time travellers lay in their beds, pressing the buttons on their velvet upholstered headboards, imagining that it was the year 2000 and we were flying around in our rockets. Back then I don’t think my sister and I could even begin to imagine where technology would take us. A decade on and I had my very first regular babysitting job. Every Friday and Saturday night, I would have uninterrupted access to unlimited games of Tetris on my next door neighbour’s Super Nintendo Entertainment System (or SNES as it was known). I became good at it, incredibly good at it, so goodRead More →

It’s official. This mum is escaping her official duties for the weekend and soon…wahey. The husband is kindly taking over the reins for the weekend whilst my big sister and I make merry in London town. It’s all part of my extended significant birthday celebrations and I can’t wait. The anticipation started in November when my sister asked me which weekends I’d be free around my birthday. Having provided a long list of available dates, I was already beginning to speculate about what we might get up to. By December, as a naturally impatient person, I was ready to be put out of my misery and I was not disappointedRead More →

So at work today (in between working extremely hard) we were discussing letters. I may not be a ‘Hoarders from Hell’-level hoarder but I do have a bit of a tendency towards nostalgia and like to keep things that I consider to be of sentimental value. My husband may classify some of these items as ‘recycling’. Over the years, I have kept most of the letters that friends and family have sent to me, and tonight (whilst the husband works) I have dug them all out.  The first thing that struck me about my near record-breaking collection of letters was the power of them. WithinRead More →

Good Morning all. A quick introduction to begin with. My name is Lisa. I’m nearing the end of my fourth decade but not too sad about it. 2018 promises to be the year that I finally shift that baby weight (my eldest will be fifteen in July) and perhaps lay my hands on Channing Tatum’s phone number. I am mum to three astounding human beings, aged 14, 11 and 9 respectively. I am married to my long suffering partner, now husband, of nearly eighteen years (we made it legal just eight years ago…our children wore Chicken Pox for the wedding). I love to laugh, haveRead More →