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My mum and I had been pretty adamant that I was infertile. As I had put it to Travis: “I’m potentially like a barren desert.”
Oh, how wrong I was. (more…)
I’ve told you a lot over the past few days, so there’s not really that much I can add but a celebration of you, I suppose.
Cancer took you from me. That’s an unforgivable act, as far as I’m concerned, for the world’s lost an incredible woman. More than that though, we lost our mother, dad lost his wife.
Don’t worry on that score, dad knows exactly how lucky he was, just as we do. (more…)
I think I’d only been staring out the window a couple of minutes when Travis touched my shoulder and said, “Babe?” It was that moment I felt the tears running down my eyes again, tears which I’d desperately over the last week been trying to hide from mum. Of course, that was the moment mum had woken up. She saw me crying for once. (more…)
She was tired and had no idea what the time was. In fairness, she doesn’t have a clock to hand so any thoughts of her current mindset were quickly pushed to one side.
Mum’s not the full ticket at the moment, and who could blame her? (more…)
‘It’s not good news.’
‘They’ve given me six to twelve months.’ (more…)
So, some of the world woke up to find that Donald Trump is the new President-elect. Many of us didn’t see this happening, much like many of us didn’t see the whole Brexit thing (which at this point is looking more like a prelude to a riot when Parliament gets to vote again as to whether or not we skedaddle).
I showered and dressed, zombied my way into my parents’ bedroom, tip-toed over to my dad’s side of the bed and whispered into the ear of my snoring patriarch: “President Trump.” (more…)
In my desperate attempt to escape the Office, something remarkable happened: during a conversation with a recruiter, who literally screamed when she found out what my current salary is, she revealed she was trying to recruit someone to work with (drumroll please!) CHICKENS! (more…)
After an evening in with the dog watching old films — Dial M for Murder taking precedence — I had a heavy discussion with my office’s CTO about old films. We were in agreement that they just don’t make them like they used to. (more…)
Ronnie Corbett has died at the age of 85.
Corbett’s publicist said of The Two Ronnies entertainer: “Ronnie Corbett CBE, one of the nation’s best-loved entertainers, passed away this morning, surrounded by his loving family. (more…)