For my Irish readers I hope you have enjoyed your St.Patrick's day and the bank holiday weekend. We had our bacon ribs with cabbage and spuds and all plates were licked clean. If you have never had a bacon rib then you really are missing out, my mother made these weekly when I was growing... Continue Reading →
If someone could see deep inside you they would see the rawness, They would see that behind the momentary smile, a smile where you forget for a split second , that a part of you has dimmed. They might then truly realise, that even though you don’t want there to be a new you, that... Continue Reading →
I want to be that girl on the telly, you know the one with the bicycle. You know the one who for some reason on her period wants to wear her white short shorts to go with her belly top.The tiny tops that show off her non bloated stomach as she goes go for a... Continue Reading →
