The Real Sunday Roast is a b*tch.

The Real Sunday Roast is a b*tch.

Growing up, Sundays were all about roasts in our house. Everything we did that day revolved around what time the Lamb needed to go in. My Mum’s roasties were (and still are) the best. As we got older, my brother and I *might* help peel the veg, or make the...
I think I miss being pregnant…

I think I miss being pregnant…

I honestly just thought about this in the last half hour. I drank an ice cold glass of water and a strange subconscious expectation, almost like a muscle memory, waited for a wriggle in my stomach. It just dawned on me that I’m never going to have a bowling ball...
IT’S CHRIIIISTMAAAAAS! (Tag)

IT’S CHRIIIISTMAAAAAS! (Tag)

Clearly, it’s not Christmas today. But it IS time for a Christmas themed post I’ve been tagged in by two rather nice ladies – Lucy At Home and Claire at The Pramshed… What’s your favourite Christmas Movie? I just pondered this out loud with my...

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