When I started this collection of fails, both personal and governmental, I didn’t realise that writing this would end up turning into the therapy to help me exist over the last two years. So.
It appears that when you reach a certain age, your body will punish you if you try and carry your nine year old daughter too far. Its like my body is punishing me for
After last weeks misadventure with my suggestion of a 4d cinema, which led to traumatizing the poor child, I’m pleased to announce I’ve not made another mistake like that this week. I don’t think
Wow. That was a week. The goodnews is that we didn’t get lost, and trapped in Wookey Hole. Even if the 4D Dinosaurs in the cinema may have scared the small one a little
Well. Back to work after half term… Whiskey goes with coffee right? Adulting Fail of The Week Last day of half term holiday Me: I dont need to do anything practical. I’m fine. Petrol
When I started this little regular feature thing, it was mostly a “AHHHH PARENTING DURING COVID IS HARD”. But since then… I guess I’m saying if a month could go by, without either the
Storm Eunice. Well. Weren’t you fun On a related note, RIP Fence. Adulting Fail of The Week Well. I’ve mostly been trying to be professional this week. (New guy at work). But taking inhalers
Well. February. Could be worse. Could still be January. Best Guess At Next Lockdown Well the good news is, Boris is basically calling time on pandemic. We’re going to be the first country to
Well. This little blog series started as some sort of mad attempt at journaling life, life stuff during lockdowns, whilst also acting as a place to occasionally rant about those who act like they’re
Its January. Still Bloody January. The Mondayiest of all months of the year. The ever present picture of floating through life that is January. And Boris is still in charge. Best Guess At Next