A few weeks ago I was having dinner with some friends. Conversation turned, as it so often does while you’re trying to enjoy your dinner, to talk of something a bit gross. In this case it was plastic surgery.

Now I have always said I would never have plastic surgery. It’s expensive, it’s risky and really, I’d rather spend my time and money on something else. Anything else actually. And what’s the deal anyway with having to change the way we look?? View Post

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Like it or not, it’s the time of the year for making well-meaning resolutions. Obviously this year I will be losing weight, getting fit, reading 200 books, donating half my disposable income to charity, that sort of thing.

OK, maybe not, but it’s nice to have a few good intentions, especially after spending most of December eating mince pies and Elizabeth Shaw mints for breakfast. That’s why when I was offered to review Skinny Sprinkles again, and stepped with trepidation onto the scales for the first time in about three months, I thought I’d better say yes. View Post

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This week Tesco have been announcing the winners of the Tesco Mum of the Year awards.

Anna Kennedy, like many mums, hasn’t had things easy. When her two sons, Patrick, now 23, and Angelo, 19, where first diagnosed with autism, Anna was told that they were the only children in the area with the condition. Can you imagine how isolating that must have felt? At a time when more than anything you need the support of other local parents in the same situation, you discover that there are none. View Post

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That’s a bit of a false claim really. It is the 150th anniversary of the London Underground this year, but I actually took all these pictures this week, Wednesday to be precise, when I was in London for the day.

Yes, I am that person, stopping to take pictures of signs when everyone is bustling around impatiently on their way to something Very Important Indeed. Never mind. Someone has to be. View Post

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I had a little bit of a panic this morning.

I was doing my work planning for the next few weeks, and despite the fact that it feels like I’ve only just finished picking pine needles out of the carpet and wondering what to do with seven bags full of used wrapping paper, there are only two full weeks to go until half term.

Two frickin’ weeks! View Post

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