Five years. Not one swear word.

Five years. Not one swear word.

It’s true. My beautiful first born turns five today.And in all that time she has never sworn. Despite the prolific profanity from her mother, the closest my baby girl has come to swearing is when she misheard her father and yelled ‘Sausage’...
Humanity with profanity (and giveaway)

Humanity with profanity (and giveaway)

What a blogger looks like ‘at conference’Over the weekend I attended ProBlogger conference which is (drum roll) a conference about blogging.Somebody said that getting 700 plus bloggers in one place to talk about something they’re fanatical about made...
A 40 hour ponder

A 40 hour ponder

When I was younger I used to love participating in the 40 hour famine.  I’d like to say that it was just because I am a nice person and raising money for people less lucky than myself was a driving part of my personality from birth, but I suspect my early...
Small People. Big Futures.

Small People. Big Futures.

I didn’t blog much in July.  My brain was basically overwhelmed by the world’s general dickishness and I really felt that if people were going to be such arsehats to each other, there was nothing I could say or do that would change that. But then...