Unexpected joys delivered by the Barbie movie!
I love Christmas – all the twinkly lights, sparkles and get-togethers. New Year has always made me feel rather melancholy. All the looking back, self-reflection and hoping. Done during that weird, disorientating time between Christmas and New Year. Discombobulating. And almost always a bit depressing. So I shut myself off from all the New Year
Settle in for a story featuring: a minor domestic, some light self-reflection (while listening to an 80’s compilation) and lots of love. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin. Minor Domestic (about TV choices) Husband: “What’s this bollocks, now?” Me: “The Sewing Bee.” H: “OMG, there’s another one! There’s the baking one, the cooking
A rant about why I hate the phrase 'guilty pleasures'. What do you think?
Do you know any little humans that are struggling with managing their worries? Here are two books that can help.
I'm obsessed with the goodtime hotel. Now you will be too!