Where to bloody begin?! So it starts off completely unrelated to houses. I get a phone call at work, close to 4pm, from Karl. Sounds like he’s having a heart attack. Mumbles something about Isabel; my God the adrenaline shot through me. In that split second I thought of everything terrible that could happen in… read full entry »

Karl and I put in an offer on a house this evening…

Why did nobody warn me that this bloody house-hunting lark is hard work? When you’re looking at a rental property, there’s this little voice in the back of your mind reminding you that if the house or neighbourhood turns out to be a dump, then at least you can move again. It’s a pain in… read full entry »

When I was pregnant with Isabel, and I started looking into what was out there in the way of breastfeeding support etc, I read tale after tale of mums who’d been removed from buildings, asked to leave buses, told to cover up and so on, just for breastfeeding in public. I’ve read horrific stories of… read full entry »

…and the wine is fine ;) I can’t decide between putting my feet up and watching some Jonathan Creek DVDs, sticking on my theory test DVD and revising, or tackling one of the other monsters on my todo list. Decisions decisions.

Fill out census, back-date it 27th March, pretend lost in post Write a blog post every day Revise for theory test Take (and pass, obviously) theory test Take driving test (meh, may be a tad over-hopeful there…) Code up new layout for Telford Sling Meet Find new meeting location for Telford Sling Meet Finish my… read full entry »

In January 2010 I posted a warning about Dream Car Sales, Telford selling dangerous cars. Since that post, I’ve been contacted by numerous other people who’ve bought cars through the same shady outfit and had problems (with some interesting allegations of various illegal activities, that I can’t publish because of libel laws.) Some of these… read full entry »

It’s Karl’s birthday today (happy birthday, you old fart) so I cooked him some stilton sauce to go with his chips (I know, I spoil him rotten). He’s about half way through when Isabel gesture wildly at the sauce and says “dib dib”. So, Karl picks up a chip, dip dips it into the sauce… read full entry »

I’ve been trying to convince Karl that renting is dead money and we should buy a place for … ooh, about as long as we’ve been renting. He is a tight bugger, and cynical about mortgages so resisted. Turns out, his cynicism has served a purpose because we are now at the perfect point to… read full entry »

I know, I know; I can hear you scraping your chairs closer already. When you’re childless (or childfree, depending on your viewpoint) you’re fairly certain you know how to bring up a child, could do better than the frazzled looking mum in the supermarket with her screaming children, have the best ideas on nutrition and… read full entry »