This is hilarious. Tragic, but hilarious. Honest to God, I keep checking that my webcam isn't on, filming me for some 'you've been framed' type show! Sadly not - these are real life men, and some poor woman is going to fall right into their grubby little hands. Ok, so in the past 24 hours, … Continue reading 24 Hours in Dating Land
I have a love-hate relationship with internet dating, but as I work from home, the opportunities to meet eligible dates are few and far between. A few things have happened recently which have made me re-evaluate my life. I'm pretty happy being single, but with my children either growing or grown up, sooner or … Continue reading Internet Dating…Again
That's not me in the photo. I wouldn't dream of scuffing my heels like that on a railway track! My latest article on Suburban Misfit Mom is about how women rescue themselves, and how some men can't accept that. I'm not what society would call a radical feminist - but I do firmly believe that … Continue reading Do Women Just Want to be Rescued?
I had a bit of a shock yesterday when I went to see my GP. Actually, it was more than a bit of a shock. I had been sent to the hospital for an ultrasound scan on my gallbladder, because of the previous fiasco with a different hospital. The difference in treatment was amazing - the … Continue reading A New Me…From Monday
Nowadays it's not enough just to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and write if you want to be a writer. No, you have to be an IT genius, social media wizard, and advertising guru in order to even have a hope of getting your work noticed. The writing is the easy part, … Continue reading Step by Step Guide to Being a Badass
Hell hath no fury like a mother disappointed! And believe me - my Mum is furious with me! My latest article on the Brilliant Suburban Misfit Mom is a montage of my many ways of disappointing my mother. From illness, to marital status, I give her constant reasons to despair of me. It's not fun, but … Continue reading Mother’s Pride? Or Prejudice?
Yep, I'm going to have a moan. A year ago, exactly a year ago, I saw a consultant who, having seen scans of my gallbladder, decided it needed to come out. Multiple gallstones apparently. Great, at last, an end was in sight for the sleepless nights, curled up in pain, not sure whether I was … Continue reading Arse and Elbow