24 things I have learnt from watching Pretty Little Liars

Friday, 30 June 2017

WARNING! THIS POST KIND OF RUINS THE END OF PRETTY LITTLE LIARS! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT THE ENDING RUINED!

*Clears throat*

That's right: I watched ALL SEVEN SEASONS of Pretty Little Liars.

Pictured: my face after the finale

On heatwaves, gratitude, and not blogging

Saturday, 24 June 2017

Hey! So I've been away for a little while. I've been piling the pressure on myself to do/be everything to everyone at the moment, on very little sleep, and it culminated in a couple of TN attacks, which was nice, so I figured something had to slide.

Something did slide: blogging. And writing in general.

But I'm back! Kind of. I mean the heatwave put me off doing anything. I don't know about you but everyday things take about ten times longer during a heatwave. Plus, every surface of my house seems to be covered in a fine layer of grime and stickiness. I'm presuming it's a combo of ice lollies on tap and bare feet padding around the house. We're weaning the baby too which means everything is covered in little splodges of baby porridge. (BTW baby porridge = stronger than cement. DO NOT LET THAT STUFF DRY.) I am on constant clean-up mode but nothing is ever actually clean.


Wipe-clean Dinosaur Activity Book & first steps towards writing!

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by how much small children have ahead of them. They will learn to read and write, opening up a whole new world of communication. They will learn how gravity works, how to add numbers together. They will learn how to turn ingredients into a meal, how to play sports, how to ride a bike, how to swim. They will learn how relationships work, how to express themselves clearly, how to manage their own emotions.

My daughter is constantly learning. Her brain is like a sponge. She watches me closely to see how I do things, and then tries to do them herself. Even if she's not quite there yet. Recently she's become a bit preoccupied with writing: shopping lists, birthday cards, party invitations, names of family members and friends.

Of course, it's all scribbles and lines. But she gets the concept of writing. That she can make marks, and those marks mean things.



Let's not talk about the election

Thursday, 1 June 2017

I wrote an impassioned post about why you should vote in this next election (BECAUSE YOU SHOULD VOTE, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, JUST GO AND VOTE, WOMEN DIDN'T HURL THEMSELVES UNDER HORSES FOR NOTHING) (sorry, some of that post seems to have escaped into this one) but I deleted it.

Because I'm just finding it all incredibly depressing.

I posted a thing on Facebook about young people not voting and how over-65's vote and therefore they are the main age group for deciding the future of the country, but I think it came across as slightly ageist (even though I didn't see it that way, but I am a bit of an idiot really) and then I ended up deleting it because I felt bad.


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