The Day A Princess Represented Me

The Day A Princess Represented Me

I've just sat and watched Harry marry his Megan, and was I overcome with emotion, an emotion that I hadn't expected.

I've heard so much about Megan representing colour, America, divorcees, and actors,  and I can totally understand why her marriage into the royal family was so important for anyone who fits into the categories that have been flagged, the categories that she unknowingly has become an ambassador for, but I didn't feel connected to her

PMT and Social Media Inadequacies!

PMT and Social Media Inadequacies!

Today I'm feeling totally shite! 

I'm now old enough to have noticed a pattern, and I know that my mood is hormonal and will pass, but today, it's here and it's fierce. 

I was gonna do a Facebook live into our community group to talk about how I'm feeling but I'm on the verge of tears, and while I'm not adverse to crying on FB, I fear that the emotions will take over and that I won't even be audible. When I'm in this mood, social media becomes a massive trigger and fuels my feelings of inadequacy,  I know that it's healthier for me to stay away from it.

Why Did I Leave my Kids?

Why Did I Leave my Kids?

I've just finished watching Come Home on BBC iPlayer and WOW, it really triggered me, I mean REALLY triggered me! Days of processing and crying followed. 

13 years ago I left my husband and my 3 kids just like the mum in the show had (although mine came to stay with me half the week) and so watching the show I was propelled back to that time but now I was viewing it with full clarity. 

How can I rebel AND live a virtuous life? 

How can I rebel AND live a virtuous life? 

Please tell me that I’m not the only rebel struggling to rebel in a time when virtuous living is EVERYTHING? 

When I say I’m a rebel, I mean a REBEL. 

I started smoking at 10 years old, I started bunking soon after (you can’t smoke on the school grounds), I smoked weed at 13, got pissed on vodka on a school night out at the Ritzy, Tottenham at 14. I dropped out of school at 15 (yep not one GCSE, fucking wild) and I was dancing in bars for money in Tenerife at the ripe age of 16.

Oh, F**k Off Wonder Woman

Oh, F**k Off Wonder Woman

My day started with the realisation that Ace’s whole school uniform and PE Kit were still in the washing machine wet from the wash last night. 

It had been my intention to hang it all out last night before going to bed (we don’t have a tumble dryer) but due to being so overworked (and yes underpaid) I fell asleep at 8pm and missed the end of the cycle. 

While I’m sat here naively imagining the clothes being dry in half an hour on the radiators I’m feeling defeated and fed up.