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Thursday’s Child

I was born on a Thursday and according to the traditional rhyme that makes me one of the cool kids, not the whiny, or overly polite or hard-working ones, a cool one! The story goes that it was 104 degrees that particular November day and my Mum was stuffing her face with melon when I decided I would make my journey into the big wide world. No no, she’d not had too much gas and air, I was born abroad and as luck would have it, being mahoosively pregnant during Winter south of the equator means kaftans, Birkenstocks and a shed load of ice!

Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay

It could have been a lot worse, I could have been born early and risked being the sulky Wednesday kid, or just over the cusp of Midnight resulting in Friday’s loving and giving (code for clingy and dependant). So a big thumbs up to mother nature for getting the timing spot on. I wouldn’t have minded being a Sunday’s child, bonny, blithe, good and gay sounds like the kind who just walks into success doesn’t it? Good-looking, but doesn’t know it, fair and honest and the happiest kid around. I like you Sunday’s child, you’re cool too!

Thursday’s child has far to go. I have moved home 24 times, I have lived on two continents (okay not that impressive but I know what Dover port and Heathrow airport look like) I’ve lived in three countries and travelled to a hell of a lot more, I think that living up to the Thursday’s child expectations is going well, but there is still father to go! I have such aspirations about travelling and seeing the world, there is just so much out there that has to be seen to be believed. I wrote an entire blog about my bucket list (you can read it here) and the majority of it involves travel, I simply have to get to Niagara Falls before I cark it. So what about Thursday’s adult, maybe time to make up a new rhyme?

Okay look, I’m just joking around and don’t really believe that anyone can be defined by a daft nursery rhyme, I mean, I grew up thinking Humpty Dumpty was an egg, but where in the rhyme does it say that? Poor misunderstood Humpty, maybe he was just big-boned?

PS, Sorry Wednesday sulky kids x


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We’re Going to Need a Bigger Boat

I’m scared of the dark, there I’ve said it. I am a grown woman, mother of two whom I reassure and comfort from silly fears yet if I need to use the loo in the night I have to turn on all four lights en route to the bathroom. Last night we were driving home over 30 miles of moor land with only the car headlights and cats eyes in the road to guide our way. Having driven the same journey earlier in the day I knew we were surrounded by miles and miles of barren farm land with nothing but the odd house and herd of bewildered sheep for company. For the majority of the journey I was fraught with anxiety and consumed by thoughts of disaster and chaos. When the rain wasn’t pelting the car the fog was so dense that Geordie was reduced to driving at just 50 mph (insert sarcasm here) on the twisting narrow roads and obviously this did nothing to help my nerves, he was also getting very agitated at me telling him to ‘BLOODY SLOW DOWN’. All I was concerned about was not getting stranded out in the wilderness in the pitch black and had to busy myself with eating Cheerio’s and malted milk biscuits from our daughter’s backpack. I know my fear is silly, I’ve been ridiculed my whole life about it, Geordie says I’m scared of my own shadow, well who wouldn’t be..it’s dark!

My silly fears don’t stop there either. I watched Jaws with my brother when I was fairly young and since then I have been frightened of swimming in open water. When I go abroad or even on that one day a year that the weather is warm enough in the UK to warrant a dip in either the sea or lake, I can barely manage to get thigh deep before the panic sets in and off I run like a great white is nipping at my heels. I can’t even stomach one of those fish pedicure treatments, yuck. The thought of having fish swim around my feet and legs makes me very uneasy. My Mum tells me that when I was born in a suburb of Sydney, Australia she took me down to the beach at less than 10 weeks old and unceremoniously chucked me in the sea. I’m not sure how long babies have the under-water breath holding reflex but it’s no wonder I’m not a keen swimmer, Jaws has nothing on my Mum!

As a Mum myself I appreciate the importance of not imposing my fears on my children and our two regularly go swimming in the safety of the local pool without fear of me launching them into the deep end without so much as an armband.


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Are You Not Entertained?

A friend of mine asked if he could have a word with you…..call it research….this is M (It’s all a bit MI5 isn’t it?)

“This is 2012 isn’t it, supposedly women are stronger and more independent and, if you listen to Beyonce, girls rule the world. So why is it that they still look to men to keep them entertained? Maybe nothing has changed here for decades, maybe it’s always been the case that a man is there for a woman’s entertainment, not being a woman, I wouldn’t know this, but I had hoped for more.

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This isn’t just something I have plucked out of thin air, I have a basis for these comments. I met up with a female friend yesterday and she said something which was pretty similar to something I used to hear from my ex-girlfriend.
Her fella is into sport, let’s call it cricket, cos that’s what it is and plays for his local team every Saturday. Now for a Saturday cricket game you can expect to leave the house at about 11am and return about 8pm, IF you don’t stay behind for a couple of social drinks afterwards. So this happens every week, and remember that there are seven days in the week. My friend was complaining that he was away for sooo long and why does it have to go on for such a long time! She admitted she got bored and was rubbish at entertaining herself, which just makes me think that women want men to entertain them.
Now if the shoe was on the other foot and it was the woman who was going to be out all day on a Saturday, I’m pretty sure most guys would be absolutely delighted, they’d be making plans to see mates, watching a lot of sport and spending some solo time on the internet (maybe). They certainly wouldn’t be bored.
So why isn’t my friend embracing her freedom on a Saturday and arranging days out with her mates and going for a few drinks? Or is she going to, but she just wants to make it known to her partner that it’s ‘not fair,’ that she gets left at home on a Saturday?
I’d love to know your thoughts”
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Ring Ring….Hello is that Summer?

Wow, check it out…….it’s sunny! It’s almost June, it’s 22 degrees today and wait………….could this be it? Summer is here!

To celebrate this momentous occasion, and more likely frighten the sun back behind the clouds where it likes to hide, mocking our pasty white skin (That’s probably just me), I have given into the traditional British customs of having a BBQ, pitching a tent, purchasing/assembling a swing for the kids and attempting to spruce up the garden. I haven’t quite succumbed to the paddling pool and wine cooler but that’s purely down to my back still being in too many pieces. I absolutely love the warm weather and try to spend as much time as possible in the fresh air soaking up the rays slathered in factor 25 of course. I’m also incredibly lucky to have good genes and I tan really well (thanks Dad) so a couple of hours a day on my Disney Store Mickey Mouse towel, basking in the sunlight is enough to get tan lines.

Bbq wood


I’m feeling terribly patriotic suddenly, with the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee next weekend, a few weeks until British Armed Forces Day and all this fabulous weather, there’s really never been a better time to be British. Those who know me will think I’ve got sun stroke as I’m fiercely proud of my Australian roots, I was born in Sydney however both of my parents are British through and through. It’s been 12 years since I was last on Aussie soil for the 2000 Olympics and what an amazing time that was. But it’s not the same when you can have a Barbie every day, they can’t make coleslaw and where is the fun in applying sun lotion more than twice a day?

The summer takes on a whole new meaning when you have kids. My eldest daughter is a little dolphin and loves nothing more than running around in a swimming costume all day regardless of whether there’s a paddling pool or beach front in sight. My youngest daughter is totally different kettle of er..fish. She has fair hair and skin and must stay covered in the sun, she hates the heat and won’t sit still to have lotion applied. These last few days of very hot weather have made me wonder whether booking that fortnight in Cape Verde was a good idea?

Geordie and I have agreed to take the indoor childcare in shifts, so I’m now sat with youngest daughter while she cruises around the living room floor, leaving a trail of drool in her wake. I’ve had my couple of hours of chilling out, reading my kindle and sipping Schloer in the back garden. The only possible thing that could have made my day any better just happened, my little girl just said Mama for the first time and well I’d stay indoors all year to hear that.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend, whatever your up to!

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Thank You!

It’s the first day of a whole new blogging month and I’m completely blown away by the response from readers in the last 30 days. Thank you for taking the time to read my words, it’s nice to know that among the thousands of blogs out there my page is read around the world from Australia to Alaska….yeah really!

I have a busy few days ahead, I’m heading back to the mecca of glamour today to cover The Grand National at Aintree, Liverpool. It’s my one of my favourite events in the North West because everyone makes a super effort to look their absolute best. Pics and words to come.

Also its St Georges Day next week which comes with union jack clad everything and following that is my sister’s wedding, lots of observational fodder in three jam-packed days.

Loyal Readers, I salute you!

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