You couldn’t make it up!

I officially have my sh*t together!

Well, it's here...I am officially no longer in my 30s, I'm feckin 40 (cue - dramatic wailing, and flinging myself into the bed in a fit of self pity)



It's nearly that time of year again, the time when I can (almost) convince people that the giant cobweb on my front door is there purely for decoration and the big ugly spot on my chin is me getting into character for the 31st!

Boy oh boy!

I met a friend recently with her new born baby boy, she asked me if what she had heard about boys is true... are they really gruesome, will they actually pee in your eye, will they destroy everything you possess? I disappeared into my own little world thinking, just thinking...What (or how much) should I tell her...