What I Wish I’d Known Before Becoming a Mother.

I Never Wanted to be a Mother.

I saw motherhood as a restriction. In a cage like a bird, trapped. People asked ”Why don’t you have children?” It wasn’t good enough to say ‘‘I don’t want any.” Their faces changed to an expression of confusion. So my explanations would have to be more in-depth. I had loads of reasons why I didn’t want children. I loved my freedom, and I travelled when I wanted to. All my money was my own, and I worked hard. Read More »

The Hunger Games Guide to the New M.O.T. Rules.

There is a Place Where M.O.T.’s do not Exist.

My sister-in-law in Guernsey made me bolt upright ” We don’t have M.O.T.s here.” she said. My expression was the same as Jim Carrey from Mask. You know when his eyes popped out and his jaw hit the floor. “What do you mean you don’t have M.O.T.’s?” I asked with a direct glare. While she sat there all smug explaining how she brought her car over to “the mainland.” To you and me, that is the U.K., and her Brother had pointed out how bald her tyres were. She panicked a little, not much, but a teeny tiny amount because she was now in England.Read More »

How Compliments That Are Sexist are Making the World a Better Place.

Before I turn in for a night of impressive sleep, I always read the news snippets on the reliable internet explorer.
Firstly, let me make this clear. I do not read the articles to catch up on what is happening in the world. I read them as a sleep aid. A good belly laugh before I lay myself to sleep, helps me drift off knowing there is still so much humour in the world.
Secondly, being sensitive is not a trait I have. It is with disappointment in the eyes of my family looking confused to see sensitivity.

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