Temporary Perks

As a disclaimer: this post will be pure, graphic, toilet humour. If you don’t like that- or are one of those people who purport that girls only poo rose petals and kitten fur; I suggest you stop reading now.

Living the Dream

In March 2012, in the midst of dark, dreary hard work and apparent infertility, I drew a picture. In this picture, Husband and I walked along the river bank of the city in which we now live; pushing a pram and chatting to my parents, who are local to it. Above the picture, I wrote…

The Football Analogy

It’s no secret, to those who know us, that Husband struggles with certain aspects of the English language. What is not so commonly acknowledged, however, is his flawless fluency in another: football. I mean, I’m not just talking conversational football here (you know, commonly used referee insults and how to order a cup of Bovril);…