Keeping the Father Christmas Magic Alive

LP came home from school the other day and said that some of her classmates were being mean. They’d said that Father Christmas didn’t exist. LP was upset. Not upset because Christmas had been ruined forever more but upset because she didn’t know why they were being so mean. She said they were lying and that she definitely believes in Father Christmas, after all, he eats the mince pie she…

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Ginger isn’t a Swear Word

I’ve had ginger hair for nearly 34 years and it took me a while to be comfortable with my hair colour. I had to grow into it, get to know it and appreciate it for what is was – a pretty big part of being me. Throughout those 34 years I have heard my hair, and other similar hair colours, being referred to as so many different things – anything from…

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Learning to Swim has Changed My Life

In July I went to Wales for a week to learn to swim in a residential swimming course. I knew after that week that being able to swim would change my life but, when I left the course I still had some reservations. During the course we didn’t go out of our depth. We didn’t learn to tread water. We learnt to have confidence in the water, we learnt breast…

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Getting my Teeth Straightened as an Adult – The End Results

Back in December I went to The Dental Studio to talk about getting my teeth straightened. This is something I had been hoping to get done ever since my teens – when I’d last had braces – and my teeth all moved back after I stopped wearing my retainer. I wrote about my reasons for getting my teeth straightened and I also wrote an update after a month of treatment.…

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Dear NHS – On Your 70th Birthday

To the National Health Service I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you. The NHS gets a lot of flack – as do all services we have in this country – but, without you, I wouldn’t be here. Neither would my husband and, because of that, neither would my children. I was born three months prematurely nearly 34 years ago. It took a lot to get me…

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‘I’m not… But…’

How many times a day do we hear something like ‘I’m not racist, but…’ or ‘I’m not being mean, but…’ or ‘I’m not jealous, but…’ These phrases are something I hear constantly – in the school playground, among friends or just overhearing conversations in the street. I even see this sort of thing regularly on social media too. It’s something that has bothered me for so long that the last…

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An Open Letter to a Stalker Online

To my Online Stalker, Many bloggers get a bit of unwanted attention every now and again. They get someone watching far too many of their Instagram Stories, they get people liking every single tweet they send out or they get well meaning strangers stopping them in the street. But, for me, your attention isn’t like that. Your attention is constant in it’s inconsistency. Every few months you will pop up…

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