Normal for Norfolk
I am a Norfolk woman, and Glory in being so (sorry, Horatio). I’m from Norfolk. Go on. You know you want to. Yes. I have six fingers. And webbed toes. Gills, too, if you want to have a look?...
View ArticleBlog RANTING (with swears)
Before I embark on a rant I’ve been frothing about for bloody months, I feel I ought to add a disclaimer. I’m not a writer. Shick, herrer! I blog. I’m a twatty, unemployable, stay at home mum...
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Bit touchy
We beat ourselves up, don’t we? As parents, I mean. We obsess over every decision. Breast vs bottle. Cot vs cosleeping. Gina Ford vs babywearing. But the devil is in the detail. The tiny things....
View ArticlePlease RT
Thinking a bit about the 'X is missing, have you seen X? Please RT' stuff. I know it's done with love and compassion, we're trying to help... But for someone with mental health issues, it...
View ArticleThe Heat
That's been my earworm for a couple of hours now. I'm playing it on repeat as I type. And wailing along to the chorus in a slightly worrying overearnest manner.Going crazy, trying hard...
View ArticleEnough of ATOS
Last Wednesday was… rough. Massively rough. One word. ATOS. It’s enough to drive me into a trembling, sweaty, puking, panicstricken puddle of fear and terror. It’s been four years since I had...
View ArticleThis is my truth. Tell me yours.
For some reason yesterday, I remembered Miklos. He’d had a fairly normal, average life. And then he met Deon. Deon was a charlatan, a poseur, the worst kind of snake oil pedlar, who flatters his...
View ArticleWOO
My name is Lucy Benedict* and I am a People Watcher. I don’t know when or how it started; it’s just something I’ve always done. Nothing makes me happier than sitting in a public place, notebook on...
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If you tolerate this...
I’ve found myself in a bit of an awkward situation. Oddly, it’s facebook related. Yes, ok, I know, facebook, I was asking for trouble, etc… I hardly ever go on there these days because I find it...
View ArticleCall me
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose… blah blah blah. There’s actually quite a lot in a name. I was reminded of this this afternoon when I read Jon Snow’s heartbreaking celebration of...
View ArticleTrigger Happy
Trigger warning: This post contains discussion of trigger warnings, what they are, how they work, and when they can be helpful. If you find discussion of trigger warnings triggers you, you may...
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Haunts of Ancient Peace
If I were better organised, I would have made sure I had a photo of something in Salthouse to accompany this post. Sadly, and all too predictably, I am not organised, I don’t have a proper photo,...
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Love is?
Love is the sweetest thing What else on earth could ever bring Such happiness to everything As love’s old story? It’s The Girl’s sixth birthday today. So I’ve been indulging in...
View ArticleJehovah Jehovah Jehovah
Last night, just for a change, I was arsing about on twitter, and @natt suggested that a good way to increase traffic to your blog might be to write a post on why things aren’t entirely bleak for...
View ArticlePark Life
Welcome to the park on a weekday afternoon. To ensure that all visitors have a safe, enjoyable and fun!! experience, please ensure you observe the following rules. You cannot sit on the...
View ArticleIn pursuit of happiness
I’ve been feeling rubbish about myself lately. No obvious reason. Just frustrated with writing and blogging not going as well as I want it to, feeling dull, flat, insignificant. And when I’m...
View ArticleIn pursuit of wankiness
I’m not that bright. I read a lot, write more, I think (too much) about things. But I’m not, and never have been a cleverclogs, an academically inclined kind of person. I’m a twatty blogger....
View ArticleFear no more the heat o' the sun
This has been a funny post to write. There are actually two posts, really. I started writing one, then realised that without the background, it didn’t really make sense, and you perhaps wouldn’t...
View ArticleGiving up giving a toss
‘LOOOOOOSER. LOOOOOOOOOOSERRRRR.’ ‘You can say that Mum, but I don’t actually care. Because it doesn’t matter what people think of me, as long as I’m happy and I’m not hurting anyone. ‘Oh....
View ArticleJolly Good Sport
Friday was mostly rubbish, which is a shame because it started quite promisingly with an event most parents loathe. Sports Day. Except that it was actually Sports Morning, because what a good...
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