Were you wondering how long I could go without mentioning my broken arm? Wonder no more. What follows is the next riveting episode in El Drama del Brazo. I may have mentioned before that I am neither blessed nor cursed in the body hair department. All other body issues aside, I am not, for example, … [Read more…]
Check out my X-ray. Check it out! Not only do I have what looks like a couple of nails and a cable-tie in embedded in my elbow, making me totally and undeniably bionic (something that I used to claim at school, circa 1977, at the height of my titanic Jaime Sommers girl crush), but also … [Read more…]
This is the first time that I have linked up with Reasons to be Cheerful 1, 2, 3 over at Mummy From the Heart. Generally speaking I have always got a lot to be cheerful about, but I am linking up this week because, despite a few challenges recently, I have to say that life … [Read more…]
I read a post the other day that made me smile. It was by clever Cat Parrott over at Yellow Days in which she was talking about the gym and her ‘Mum body’. I think we all recognise the “Mum body”… kind of strong in the upper body and thighs, due to lots of lifting … [Read more…]
To say that managing and two year old with your arm in a sling is tricky would be to understate it. I’d like to say that when she is good – eating-up, getting dressed, brushing her teeth, playing nicely with lego and puzzles, snuggling-down – she is very, very good, and when she is bad … [Read more…]
