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Grumpy on a Friday

Welcome to the bat cave. The coffee pot is full, so help yourself. Please excuse the dog as she has not had her walk yet and probably thinks that if she jumps high enough into your arms, you’ll take her out! I’m a bit slow today. My arthritis has decided to flare like an alien beast in my body. Continue reading

Monday Coffee in Isolation

Hi! I won’t hug you today as we are practicing social distancing, but I will say it’s great to see you. At a time when the world is coming to a standstill, having a chance to meet friends makes me think we are far luckier than our ancestors.

While the media fills our heads with information and updates of doom, I take to social media to find my friends and give updates on positive events. Sharing fun ideas on how to keep the children busy has been well received and I am determined to keep it going for as long as I can.

My Writers’ Club has adapted like a chameleon to new vegetation. We’ve had two webex meetings and have managed to collate ideas and start writing projects. Considering some children are as young as six, I’m very impressed at their capabilities and can look at our teething problems as minimal. I will be opening the club to new members who will start in April. If your children enjoy creating worlds and pushing their imagination beyond the obvious, contact me. I’ve attached the flyer below.

Contact me if you would like your child to join the online Writers’ Club.

At home, the house has been full for about two weeks now. All my children are keeping busy with their schoolwork. I’m trying to supplement their work to encourage further growth while we are in isolation. Never one to waste time, my daughter has enforced school schedules, even if there aren’t any lessons planned by their teachers on the day. Instead, we make use of BBC bitesize and other programmes that offer free lessons to support children studying from home.

My biggest challenge is keeping my large family fed. Food runs have been cut to reduce exposure to the virus. My next run might be done with gloves and a mask. I’m getting paranoid over the chances that I might carry the virus in with the shopping bags or on the packaging. So everything is unpacked, cleaned and my own clothes changed with a complete decontamination of my face and hands. It’s exhausting but necessary if I want to keep the family safe. Are you following any protocols to keep your families or yourselves safe? Are you as paranoid as I am?

We have reached the days when earth’s most toxic inhabitants slow to a rumbling stop. While we complain and worry and fight to survive, remember to take a moment to appreciate all the things around you. Our greed led us here. Let’s hope this world wide experience will make us approach the future in a better way. I’m not holding my breath though.

Stay well and stay safe. x


My father taught me to never make false promises. If I said I was going to do something, I should. He would be so disappointed in me this weekend. This is why: Continue reading

Blasting Off to where tiny people go

Working with children of all ages has its benefits and hardships. Meet me at the next stop on the blog tour where I share a bit about working with children who have cancer.

Lisa has already provided us with a place to land, so click on the pic to join the merry band.

lisa presents for preemies

Saturday thoughts

It’s 5.54am and I’m wide awake. Continue reading


It was a day of two halves… Continue reading

Another One Bites the Dust!

Help! Advice needed. Continue reading

Monday Coffee

Hello and welcome home. The kettle is boiling and I’ve stacked up some delicious pastries for our coffee morning. Why not go on through to the living room and take a look at the Christmas tree.

After another weekend of sickness bugs and the flu doing its round in our home, I’m really looking forward to the final week of school. Not only will my work be winding down but this is my last week of uni studies too before the Christmas break.

How has your term been? Have you found an increase in sickness in your home around this time of year?

Those who follow me on Facebook will know that our family suffered a great loss three weeks ago, which I feel now contributes to the low mood in our household and the slow healing process. It has been difficult and sometimes involves heart-breaking chats about death with my youngest sprog who is still spiralling from the loss of his best friend – the four-legged kind.

Filling that cavernous hole left by our beloved dog, Henry, we’ve decided to fill our Christmas with little events that will pick up our spirits. Planning a special family dinner and prepping for our traditional bake-off on Christmas Eve seems to have helped and the promise of a new plan for the new year has the family focused towards the future.

What has caught us all by surprise are the cats – they’ve taken over the house! From sleeping in our bedroom to vocalising their every need, they’ve decided that us hoomans need to serve them and enjoy their presence in a way cats can only force you to endure. When they think we aren’t looking, they congregate on the landing and sit there like Stonehenge monoliths, silently engaging in cat conversations that end abruptly when they notice a hooman walking by. This circle of secret silence unnerves me and I do feel the balance of power slipping away from the two-legged members of the family! So, if you see little paws reaching for your knee, run!

On that note, I’d best let you escape our mad house before the cats rope you into cleaning their cat box of feeding them every few hours. Enjoy the festive season and do keep in touch.

Thanks for stopping by.

Wine o’ clock

I love long lines of traffic, moody children complaining in the back and the scowling sky threatening to cry out to the world below. Love the stress of trying to balance a workday with after school clubs and meetings for four different children preparing for their new year in a new class (two at new schools!). Love the plucky looks of parents eyeing out my dog hanging out the back window as I park because he’s decided to make himself sick and nearly die, and me spending sleepless nights watching over him then going to work.

Yup. It has been fun. 

Suffice it to say, I am declaring it wine o’ clock and all my worries be damned! As I pour my glass of Shiraz and slip into my oversized pjs that don’t match but are the most comfortable clothes I possess, I feel bubbles of excitement fill my body. The thought of a night of relaxation with XXX on Sky (yes, of course I love Vin Diesel but not in the way you would think – I want to be him, not be with him!!) and my secret stash of Turkish Delights just waiting for me, I plan on forgetting the pending appointments for the week ahead, the deadlines on books I still haven’t finished writing and my start with the Open University where I will be studying a degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. 

Yes folks, the future may be bright and filled with opportunities, but just for tonight, I’m taking a break. 

Please, be kind and leave reviews for my books. I will try to keep posts flowing on my blog but they will be intermittent (as they have been for the past few weeks). Apologies if I miss your posts. I will try to keep up but a few will fall through the cracks. 

If you need me, send me an email or contact me through my social media sites. I’m still around, just focusing on not drowning under children, work, studies and pets! 

Hugs to you all. 

Let The Blood Run Free

5am. Just as the birds have decided on which song to sing to welcome the day, she barges into my bedroom, crying.

“Muuum! I can’t breathe!” she gurgles, a hand held to her nose.

Thanks to many years of being woken up by a child running into my room in the middle of the night like the bogeyman has come to visit, I automatically wake up, ready for action.

“What happened? Did you throw up again?” I ask, dreading the answer. I’ve also had years of practise scrubbing carpets in the middle of the night. 

A mumbled response followed by a deep cough which sounds like a knife wound to the gut. There’s a slippery wet sound to it as blood collects in the throat.

Her next words confirm my gut instinct. “By dose ith bleedin’,” she chokes.

Her little body comes into focus and I notice the droplets down her pyjama top. Her hands have a dull crimson colour splashed across them and the clumped tissue held to her face is leaking red fluid. 

I jump into action. Gently pulling her down to sit on the bed, she leans against my chest. Two fingers pinch her soft tissue forming a stent just below the bridge of her tiny nose and fresh tissue is wedged under to catch the residual drip. She sighs. My nails dig into the sides of her nose and she complains, moving my hand away. A large glob of clotted blood shifts with the tissue and plops out. Urgh! We have to start another clot.

Her feverish body feels limp and tired against me so I keep the conversation going, getting a background to the start of the blood loss and where I’ll find the mess in her room. Turns out she was sleeping when the bleeding began and decided to use her hands to catch it. The drops form a blood trail to the bathroom where she stopped to top up on tissues. My hands are full so the Hubble gets up to start the clean up.

Sigh. 5.15am.

“Mum? I feel Ike throwing up!”

You know, blood is fine. Let it run everywhere and I’ll deal with it. Easy to clean with a good detergent and a metallic smell which isn’t as unpleasant as vomit! I beg her not to throw up on me (again, like she does whenever she’s sick) or my bed. She nods, shaking the tissue. It’s okay because I’ve managed to stop the main flow. Clotting must have begun again. The Hubble returns just in time to receive more instructions: go to the freezer and get ice cubes to cool her down.

He returns in time to see her hacking another cough good enough to emulate a 30-a-day smoker. His face is grim in the gloomy lamplight straining to reach the recesses of the bedroom. I smile, reassuring both that it will be fine. The ice will cool her down, probably stop the nausea and help the bloody nose stop.


We gently remove the tissue and check for any leakages. Nothing. I check her cough response to see if anything comes out. All good. She rewards me with a big sneeze. Crap! Will the clot hold? I hold my breath waiting for another crimson flood. Nothing but mucus. Phew!

We settle into a more comfortable position giving her body more room to breathe and cool and after a few minutes I feel it’s safe enough for her to go wash up in the bathroom. 

“See how long it takes to wash the blood off, as if you were a murderer, and remember the details  for the next time you write.” I’m impressed with her gusto to find out. She’ll make a good writer or reporter. 

Within minutes she returns, looking as though she’s going to blow.

“Mum? Can I sneeze? I need to sneeze!” 

My mind crunches probabilities. It’s worth the risk. “Go for it. If the clot blows, we’ll start again – it’s not a problem. Blow hard and make it worthwhile.” I kid. I’m worried we will be here for another half hour. 

She does as she’s told, making gross noises as big lumps of black clot ooze out with every blow. It’s either hit or miss once you’ve cooled the body. It will either reset itself or keep bleeding for other reasons: a blown vein, a cut somewhere up the nostril or a need to relieve the pressure built up with the heat from her body. I’m not a doctor. It’s five in the morning and I’m guessing.

She walks in, a big grin on her pale face. 

“I can breathe again!”

The Hubble and I sigh with relief. Is there any point in trying to go back to sleep? No. Happy Friday.