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Bad housewife.

Inspiring Women: The launch of a national campaign.

Before I mention that I LEFT THE HOUSE last night and before I begin on my usual self-obsessed internal travelogue,  let me tell you about the important bit.  Inspiring the Future: Inspiring Women campaign was launched last night at an … Continue reading

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I hate Page 3.

Don’t get me wrong. I love boobs.  My own in particular have nourished my two children, provide a useful extra storage space for small toys, loose change and my car keys, and have probably saved me from drowning on a … Continue reading

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9 Lessons.

Ziggler has completed a whole nine days at school.  In this time I have no idea what she has learnt, of course, but I have learnt something new every day.  Literally.  Not corpus literally but actual real literally, as Ziggler … Continue reading

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The Big S

So, this is the first weekday morning in Pickle’s lifetime, more or less, that I have bothered with mascara. And, of course, this is the morning I cried. I’m writing this in a coffee shop, alone.  No one’s blowing bubbles … Continue reading

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For Sausage and Zaffion on their wedding day.

My sister and her partner got married today, after ten years and two boys together. It was a very South East London wedding at the register office and the pub. I wrote and read this poem for the occasion. Best … Continue reading

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Yes, actually, I am a feminist.

And yes, I am a Stay At Home Mother. It’s a common opinion that it’s not possible to be both, and it’s a common opinion that gets right on my tits.  So here. The Cambridge Online Dictionary defines feminism thus: the belief that … Continue reading

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O, the times

Pickle goes to her very own nursery these days.  Upon arrival, she looks vaguely behind her and waves with a shooing motion as she instantly immerses herself in painting or in physically refereeing the nearest toddler squabbling match (i.e. sticking … Continue reading

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