Sunday = Rugby (and the Superbowl)

It’s Sunday evening, dinner is busy cooking, the clothes are mostly washed, two of the children are watching TV in their rooms after a day on the rugby fields, and the eldest is at a friend’s house after lying to my face this morning. Not happy with her at all, but trying not to react… Continue reading Sunday = Rugby (and the Superbowl)


Relatively Unscathed

This week has been something like a firework - starting off burning fiercely, then finally letting go with an explosion, leaving a debris field full of smoking wreckage behind. Sorry if I’m being vague - you should know by now that I never really open up about anything outside of my own little bubble. Thank… Continue reading Relatively Unscathed