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Has Rihanna gone too far?

It isn’t very often that I’m lost for words, but that is exactly how I feel after watching Rihanna’s latest music video.

I bought Rihanna’s album for my niece for Christmas one year, when her songs were nothing more than playful pop music with only a few swear words here and there.

If this is the sort of thing that my children will be subject to growing up then I’m very worried. I would be even more concerned if I had girls. Musicians like Rihanna are so influential all over the world, and she has a lot of young fans, so is it wrong that she’s released this probably knowing full well that is the case?

On one hand I’m thinking she’s a grown woman trying to express herself creatively (That was me being nice about it) but what she’s essentially saying here is, if someone ever owes you money then this is what she would do.

It’s dark and disturbing to say the least, and there is nothing wrong with that but in my opinion it has to be situation appropriate.

I’m quite disappointed in Riri, I thought after a little break she would have come back with something amazing for our ears. But judging by this latest controversial vid I don’t think she really gives a shit what I, or anyone else thinks.

I’ll let you decide for yourself – here it is.

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Fight hate with love – Why supporting each other is so important.

A solemn sadness has cast a shadow over the entire world like a dark cloud since Friday’s tragic events, and as the death toll is only set to rise, the publics emotions are bound escalate. One man’s actions have caused ripples around the world with even those not directly affected feeling an overwhelming sense of grief and despair.

When I heard the news, my heart dropped. Every time I hear something like this the first the thing I think of is my own children. Did I do the wrong thing bringing them into such a cruel world? Because no matter how hard I try to protect them, I could never protect them from acts of pure evil such as this, and it hurts knowing that I have no control over it.

I’m not ashamed to admit I cried that day. I kept thinking back to our recent family holiday in Turkey and the days we spent on the beach, the boys sat in the sand playing happily with their buckets and spades without a care in the world. Not for one second did I ever think that a crazy man with a gun could come running up firing shots at us.

I guess those innocent people that died that day in Tunisia didn’t think that either.

When something this tragic and unthinkable happens I always seem to wonder, how will we ever recover from it? Terrorism holds no bounds, it takes no prisoners but one thing I have learnt since 9/11 is that terrorism will never win. No matter how much control these brainwashed groups try to gain they will never be able to break down the human spirit.

The day before I had shared a video on my Facebook page, it was a rare good news story about the Muslim community feeding the homeless. It was probably the only positive thing I had seen on social media regarding the religion and it was refreshing to see. Then this happens.

I was worried that after the attacks that tensions would heighten and racism would intensify, and just like I predicted there were plenty of angry comments aimed at the Muslim Community. I don’t agree with people bad mouthing the Muslim community, but I can understand it. Lives have been lost and people are angry, they are looking for someone to blame and they are scared of what they do not know.

Thankfully in the midst of the derogatory and judgemental comments and racial slurs, I saw a glimmer of hope. For every negative comment, I read a positive one. I watched people coming together for the victims and their families, for Tunisia, and for the Muslim community. I read heart-warming stories of the good deeds that have been done, how human beings helped each other regardless of their religion in a time of need. That is what we need more of.

Islam is the second largest religion in the entire world with over 1.6 billion followers in various countries. No matter what ISIS claims, they do not represent Islam. If they did, I’m sure we would all be dead by now. Muslims themselves are even joining in the fight to bring down these cowards, why would they do that if they believed their ideals?

ISIS are cowards and we cannot let them win by creating a divide and turning on each other. It’s so easy to look for someone to blame but judging an entire religion on the acts of a group of psychopaths is not the answer.

Some of the kindest people I know are Muslim and just like everybody else they too are devastated by these attacks, they don’t condone it in any way, their faith would not allow it. No human being would ever condone these actions. That is what we need to remember –  we are all human beings and no matter what we believe, we all need to have faith in each other if we are going to get through this, because there is no ‘us and them’ in humanity.

My heart goes out to all of the victims and the families of the tragic events in Tunisia, Kuwait and France. May they Rest in Peace.

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Musings on Mumhood- Feminism, Love and Grief

The Secret Life of a Manic Depressive

Edit: for some reason this post is showing as May 18th. I wrote it on June 11, so go figure!

I’m currently writing this at 11.30pm, in the garden, where a fairly stiff breeze is blowing. This is the only place I know I won’t run to the baby if he cries (Robert is in the house with him, in case you think I’ve just left him). I’ve wanted to get some thoughts down about motherhood for months, but it’s been rather hard to write. Not just due to the new occupant of my lap. But because my feelings are hurricaning through me and evolving every day.

When I was pregnant, I finally kicked a nasty, expensive habit that garnered me more than my fair share of tuts and frowns.

Bad for your health. And your vocabulary. Bad for your health. And your vocabulary.

Part of the reason I read these exploitative trashmags is that I love peoples’ stories…

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Damned if you do, Damned if you don’t.

It was just the girls on the call centre floor today, four of us chatting away about life, love and everything else in between. I enjoy days like these because it’s usually where we end getting into really deep, thought provoking discussions.

The topic of one our many discussions today was, children.

I, as many of you know, have two children, and I talked about how, as much as I love the bones of them, if I could give my teenage self some advice it would to wait just a little bit longer. I would tell myself to study, explore, and pursue a career first. All of those things you can do with children if you’re determined, but with children in tow, even normal everyday tasks can be a struggle. So whenever the topic of starting a family comes up, I always urge any young women I know not to rush it.

Personally, I was too young when I had my first child, I was 18, oblivious to responsibility, still growing up myself and I struggled like hell. Motherhood didn’t come naturally to me, the first time round anyway. I felt resentful, like I was missing out, yes it was a completely selfish way to think, but I’m being honest. All my friends were out partying and enjoying the best years of their lives and I was cooped up in a council flat with a colicky baby who couldn’t be consoled, feeling like I had failed as a mother already.

Each of us had our own stories to tell, either about children we have or the possibility of having children in the future. It was refreshing to hear that those without kids were thinking of securing their future first. Then it got me thinking of the attitudes that we have to face as women when confronted with this topic.

The thing is, I sort of feel like women just cannot win when it comes to making important life choices. Being a young mum opens your eyes to how judgemental some people can be and unfortunately it’s not uncommon to be looked down on because you have children young, or you end up a single mum, or if you’re a mum on benefits. I experienced all those things at one point.

I can remember going shopping once with the two boys on my own, it wasn’t long after me and their dad had split up, and Leo’s behaviour resembled something like out of the TV show Nanny 911. I was trying to push the pram, he was screaming, I ended up having to throw him over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift style manner and continue to try and push the buggy with one hand, whilst he’s still screaming and kicking at me. I could feel the stares cutting into me like a thousand knives, I could feel my face burning, and I even saw one woman tut and shake her head at me.

Events like this weren’t uncommon, and so eventually I did get used to it. Now I just laugh and shrug it off, or even join in with them if they tantrum. But at a time when I was low and vulnerable, I could have really done with a kind word instead of a stare. I wasn’t a bad mum, I was just a struggling mum.

It was the same when people asked me what I did for a living. (Before I had Charlie).

‘I’m a stay at home mum’. I would reply, but you could tell that as soon as I said that, it was as though I wasn’t relevant. Sick of the judgemental attitudes and feeling like I wasn’t good enough, I decided to start volunteer work with children’s services and shortly after I was accepted onto a course in social welfare.

Before long I was applying for University. To me this was a major big deal, I had been kicked out of two schools and left with one GCSE, no one in my close family had been to University and I was finally going. My course was an access to Higher Education course, so it was more or less 2 years’ worth of A Levels crammed into 10 months and it was hard, but I was determined and it was all worth it when I got the letter saying I had been accepted.

I had got myself into debt already though trying to pay Leo’s nursery fees whilst I studied at college, I got some dodgy pay day loans to cover it. It didn’t matter, because soon I would be studying Law and I would get myself a proper job. I was a tad delusional, and a bit naïve. So, you can imagine my absolute horror when after all of that, I ended up falling pregnant. I can remember looking down at the positive pregnancy test and being genuinely gutted, I cried the whole night.

I wasn’t happy about the pregnancy at first because I was scared. Here I was, one child already, about to start my degree, how is this going to work? I was still halfway through college. Everyone was so proud of me, all I’m going to do now is be letting them down, I thought to myself. So I made a decision to continue with college, and months later I handed in my extended essay and delivered my presentation, baby bump in tow and I passed with an overall merit. Trying to concentrate in lessons with morning sickness was a task in itself, but I made it and not content with that I decided to try and go ahead with University too.

I started university in September, and I was due to give birth the following month, god knows why I ever thought that would be a sensible idea at the time but I was so determined not to let the opportunity go, I thought I could do it. I arrived on campus really excited, okay I was definitely the fattest fresher there but I made it. I was a fresher! I walked up to one of the campus reps to ask for directions to the Law building.

‘I don’t think you need to go there, I think you need to go to the hospital.’ Said a young man, looking down at my bump.

You know those moments when you walk away and all of sudden all these really cool, clever comebacks come flooding in but it’s too late – well that was one of those moments. I just didn’t know what to say, what on earth gave this complete stranger the right to tell me where I needed to be. I’m carrying a child, I’m not incompetent. Since that comment, my heart just wasn’t in it. I went to a few lectures, but the stares and the awkward questions and the not fitting in became too much. I only lasted a month.

Having Charlie was so different to my first. I took to motherhood the second time around like a duck to water. I breastfed, and I loved it. I bonded with him straight away. I didn’t feel like I was missing out on anything. I felt content and I just wanted to enjoy it. That was until I had my compulsory back to work interview with the Jobcentre a few months later. I have never felt so patronised and small in my entire life, it dampened my spirits. Nothing I had done prior to having Charlie was recognised, the focus was on getting a job, even if it wasn’t relating to what I wanted to do in the future.

Fuck this, I thought. I’ll get a job before they force me into some slave labour type course that will only be ticking a box and fulfilling one of their outcomes. I ended up landing a lovely little job when Charlie was about 10 months old. I had tried and failed at many things but I was working now, so at least I won’t be judged anymore right?


I was judged alright, but now I was selfish, now I was a part time mum, now I was met with snide remarks from full time mums who would claim ‘I would never leave my child with a stranger just to go to work’. Hearing those words, cut deep. It made me feel less of a mother, it made me feel like utter shit.

‘How do you manage working away in London with the kids?’ (A question I bet not many men are asked when working away)

‘Don’t you feel guilty leaving them?’

‘Aren’t you afraid you’re going to miss out on all the important things?’

Over the years I heard it all. I felt torn but now I know I shouldn’t have been made to feel that guilty by people who weren’t relevant in my life. I thought back to the people who judged me for being a stay at home mum and suddenly it dawned on me. Why am I so obsessed with proving I can achieve things? Why do I care what other people think? Shit, either way I’m going to get judged.

And it is so true. As a woman, you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Just take a look at the two memes below, it proves my point entirely. Both examples of how we can be extremely judgemental, and this is women against women! Not good ladies!

A man can join the army, leave his children behind months at a time and yet he is never faced with the same stigma as a woman who goes to work instead of being at home. I’m not making this a sex thing but as women were constantly made to feel guilty about our choices, and why? We should be able to feel comfortable doing whatever it is that makes us happy, and whatever works for us and our families.

If you’re a stay at home mum, it doesn’t mean that you are lazy, or a scrounger, or nothing more than a boring housewife.

If you’re a working mum, it doesn’t make you selfish or a part time mother, or second best.

And finally if you don’t want any children at all and you want to pursue a kick ass career, you’re not a bitch for wanting to be a boss.

Just do you, and forget what everyone else thinks. I wish I had taken that advice a lot sooner.

Love Laura, xo

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Dealing with rejection…


I think the feeling of rejection is probably up there on the list of worst feelings in the world, I don’t care who you are, you could be the toughest and most resilient person, if you know you’re not wanted it still cuts deep.

Unfortunately for me the feeling of not being wanted is one I’m quite familiar with, in my personal life I’ve had to deal with a lot of rejection, and I wish that I could say it gets easier, or that I’m used to it, but it doesn’t and it still hurts.

Recently I’ve felt this pain more than ever and I’ve had to find my own ways of dealing with it. The mixture of anger, sadness and low self-esteem that rejections creates can be toxic if you bottle it up, trust me I know. I’ve used the wonderful wisdom of friends and family to get me through it. So whether it’s an estranged lover, an absent parent or a distant best friend, if you’re feeling unwanted, I hope that by sharing this advice it helps you get through it.

Hey you! Yes you! You’re amazing and never forget it!

When you put your all into something, whether it be a relationship, friendship, even a work project if you don’t get the same in return it can make you feel really shitty. You start questioning your own self-worth. It has taken me a long time to learn this lesson but I’ve finally realised that no matter how nice you are, it doesn’t mean people are going to be the same. Just carry on being kind, working hard, putting in the effort not to expect it in return but because you’re a good person. You should never let the actions of others determine your own self-worth. You are amazing, and if you have to say it ten times a day to yourself until you believe it, practising this mantra will erase the negative feelings that feeling unwanted creates.

Focus on the good people in your life

Isn’t it odd that we tend to chase the people who don’t want a place in our lives? I love my dad, but he has never been a family man. I see him three, maybe 5 times a year on average and Christmas and Birthdays are usually the reason. Yet the fact he’s not bothered only makes me want to try harder, I feel like I have to prove myself all the time, like, ‘Hey! Love me please!!’ I spent so much energy wondering what I was doing wrong for him to not want to spend time with me, I made his problem, my problem. Now I let it go over my head, I could run for prime minister and he would still be the same unsociable miserable old man that I know and love. One of my favourite sayings is ‘Your friends are the family that you choose’ and in my case it’s so appropriate. So I may not have the perfect family (who does?!) but I have amazing people in my life that make up for it all and more and from now on my time and energy will be invested into the people in my life that do appreciate me!

Try not to take it to heart

So you’ve worked your ass off for a company for years, a new job comes up and you just know you could do it with your eyes closed. All those extra hours you put in and never claimed as toil will guarantee you the position surely! Until you find out you haven’t even been considered for an interview and then the girl who’s been here all of five minutes secured the position. Why? What have I done wrong? What has she got that I haven’t? I’m obviously not good enough.

I’m sure a lot of people can relate to this feeling. Maybe not this exact situation, but the feeling of putting your all and more into something and not getting an ounce of recognition, thanks or appreciation, we can all empathise with that. The key in any situation like this is not to take it to heart, of course it’s easier said than done, but we live in a fickle old world and the majority of the time it’s just not fair. If you didn’t get that job, it only means there’s a better one out there waiting for you. If that guy didn’t get in touch after your date, it’s his loss. You’re a badass, beautiful human being and the chances are it was nothing personal, if you keep that in mind it will make rejection much easier to handle. Don’t beat yourself up, it’s tough but all these experiences we go through will build us into stronger characters!

Let it go, let it goooooooooooo!

It’s a horrible feeling to know that someone doesn’t want you in their life, but even worse, when that person won’t even give you a chance. You know that you haven’t done anything wrong, but their reluctance to see things from your point of view only makes you want to show them more. Again, this is their problem not yours, hating them for it will only make you bitter, and then you’re just as bad as them. So take a deep breath, relax and be safe in the knowledge that at least you’ve tried. You can go on with your life with your head held high, you extended the olive branch, you made the effort and that is more than enough. You’ve done your bit, and that’s all you can do.

All of the above mentioned advice holds the same principle I guess, which is to not let the actions of others determine your worth. All those times that I’ve felt unloved, unwanted and worthless, I’ve dwelled on it, but I let that negativity breed to the point it made me ill, and I will never let that happen again. Of course it still hurts when it happens were only human after all, have a cry if you need too, scream into a pillow, go bat shit crazy in the gym, do whatever you need to do to vent but don’t take it out on yourself because you are so important, you are so loved and you are so worth it.

Love, Laura xo


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What 2014 taught me …


I’ve been reflecting on what’s important

I’ve always been scared of change, I prefer the safety of a comfort zone. This year though has been nothing but constant changes, some out of my control and some changes because of decisions I’ve had to make. The thing is, I thought I was comfortable, safe and secure but the reality was I was in a danger zone, I was stuck in a rut.

Everyone kept telling me that things were going to end badly, I had so much to face up to but I continued to brush it all under the carpet. See people around me tend think I’m a positive and strong person, and I guess that’s true in some respects, but a large part of that is because I refuse to accept my weaknesses. Growing up, when bad things happened (which was more often than not) my mum always used to say the same thing to me.

‘You gotta laugh Laur, because if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry’ and that always stuck with me. I admired my mum for her ability to always make a joke out of something tragic, her strength to keep going with a smile on her face and not letting the world see her struggle. So I just adopted that attitude, putting on a brave face and pushing my worries to the back of the queue.

That’s not being strong, and I know that now. All I was doing, just like my mum, was not facing up to things I needed to sort out. I had a blasé attitude to everything, bad things would happen and I would just believe everything would turn out okay, without any real effort or change from me. I genuinely believed that if I had a positive attitude that I could get by with that alone, and that eventually, was my downfall.

I’ve realised that optimism also needs a bit of realism by its side. That this little bubble I was living in wasn’t protecting me. Bad things are going to happen, it’s inevitable, I’m sure to make many more mistakes in 2015 and probably years to come and that’s okay. It’s about embracing the good and the bad, and dealing with the stuff that scares you.

So much has changed in a year, and those changes absolutely petrified me, but they needed to happen. I started a new job at the beginning of the year, I was meeting new people, learning new things, travelling here and there, and I felt valued, important. I thought I was doing the right thing. Ever since my son came along, I’ve been trying to climb the career ladder. I studied, I volunteered countless hours (usually doing mundane filing) I put up with shitty people and kept my mouth shut when I just wanted to scream. I worked over my hours, I took work home, and it became my life.

Yet, at home, my life was slipping, I was trying to balance too many plates, and in the end they all smashed to smithereens. I had to make a decision, I had to make a change. There was too much going on at home, and I couldn’t even see the effect it was having on my children. I was only focusing on the end goal, of getting a career and giving my children everything I didn’t have. When all along, all they needed was me, I just couldn’t see it.

But I see it now, I see things more clearly. It’s good to dream and I truly believe everyone should strive to be the best they can be, but the best isn’t always a fancy job, or a career, or a mortgage, or a ‘perfect’ body, or a degree or whatever. The reason we feel like we are under-achieving is because were constantly comparing our camera reel to everyone else’s highlights. There is no set direction, you don’t need to achieve these supposed milestones that the world imposes on you, to be your best.

Change is hard, but sometimes it’s necessary. If you’re going into 2015 wanting to make some changes, then that’s a good thing, you obviously identified areas in your life that could do with some improving, just make sure those changes are for you and not for anyone else. I’ve spent the last year and ones before, investing in myself, and being incredibly selfish, without even realising. My main goal for 2015 is to focus all of my energy on my children. Because of all the things in this life, they are by far my biggest achievement, and year after year they will continue to bring a smile to my face and fill my life with love, that’s one thing that will certainly never change.

Happy New Year Everyone – I hope it brings you happiness xo

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One year ago, and I can’t stop thinking about the elephants

Heartbreaking, so much respect for the Elephant Nature Park in North Thailand!

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I wasn’t sure how to explain it all back then, I was so exhilarated, angry, happy, deeply sad, and unsure if I could join education, activism, hope and joy into a single post.

Last December, I had an experience that changed my outlook. It’s the kind of thing that happens when you do something you hadn’t planned, and it turns out to be so much more than you could have imagined. When people ask, and they always do, “what was your favorite thing/place?” This experience stands so far above everything else, it’s not even in the category.

Going to the Elephant Nature Park was Brent’s idea. Sure, elephants are cool, okay, and I do love the critters in general. It was more that I wanted to spend on any one thing, but he arranged everything, and I was up for whatever he wanted to do, and he felt strongly about…

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Dear Parents – You’re doing great


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Christmas is around the corner and everyone is in a bit of a mad rush, making sure we have all the presents sorted, all the food and drink. My children are bursting at the seams with excitement, seeing the Christmas tree for the first time, having their advent calendars, all the little things in the run up to the big day makes their little faces light up and it’s so wonderful, but ultimately the thing that they are most excited about is of course, the presents!

I know pretty much every single toy on the market at the moment courtesy of my children. I have to give it to the toy companies, putting nothing but toy adverts on the breaks of children’s only channels, that’s clever marketing. Every time I turn on the television, shortly after I will be sure to hear the words ‘Look mum, Look mum’ ‘Wow I want that!’ or ‘Please can I have that for Christmas’ I could bet my last tenner on it.

Like my children, and many others, I always thought Christmas was about the presents. I can see it even more now I’m an adult, consuming in the shops, consuming food and drink and basically just a time for people to be greedy, buy more than they can afford and eat more than they can stomach.

One Christmas I must have been 6 or
7 I can’t really remember. But I do remember not getting the Barbie Dream House I wanted, and feeling genuinely gutted. It didn’t matter about all the other lovely presents my mum had bought me, or the fact she had been up all night wrapping them, cleaning houses for that bit of extra cash, or slaving away making the Christmas Dinner. Nope. I didn’t have my Barbie Dream House, so I was a miserable, ungrateful brat for pretty much the entire day.

I also remember a Christmas years later, where I was without my mum. This Christmas in particular, our family was fractured and my mother wasn’t there. I spent Christmas day at my friend Lucy’s house. My sister spent it at her boyfriends. Everyone was split up. I can remember sitting around the table eating Christmas dinner with Lucy and her family, grandparents, mum and sister, and all I could think of at the time was, I want to be with my family.

I was 13 at the time, so all I should have cared about was the presents surely? But gifts didn’t matter, nothing mattered, I just wanted my mum. I mean it was a lovely dinner, and a lovely atmosphere, but I wanted to be with my family, and that’s when it started to sink in for me. I could have had all the fancy gifts in the world that day but it wouldn’t have made a blind bit of difference, I would have still missed my mum. I would have traded ten IPad’s or a mountain of Pandora bracelets, just to have us all together on Christmas day.

Fortunately for me this was only one year, some people don’t have that luxury, some people have to face every Christmas without their loved ones by their side, and I’m sure they would echo my sentiments. Yet especially as parents, but even those who aren’t, were still under this immense pressure to make sure we get everyone the gift they want. Ask yourself, if you received that dream gift but didn’t spend time with the person giving it, would you still be happy?

I know it’s incredibly cheesy but it is true, what would Christmas be without the ones you love? Laughing at the cheesy Christmas cracker jokes, watching all the crap on tele, Nan getting too drunk and falling asleep on the sofa, all these things make Christmas special, not the amount of presents under the tree.

So if you’re a parent, or even if you’re not, I know it’s hard but try not to get caught up in the consumerism. Please don’t feel guilty if you can’t afford the latest toys on the market, your children might be disappointed for a while, but there are some children without any presents at all and there are some children without families. I know what I would prefer to wake up to on Christmas morning. The fact you’re worrying about Christmas Day is a credit to you, because the reason you worry so much is because you would literally do anything to see them happy.

I know because I’m still paying off presents from a catalogue from two years ago, this year luckily I didn’t have to do that, but I know many parents out there will have done just that to not let them down. Take it from me, as long as you are there for them, you will never ever let them down and no amount of toys and gifts will ever replace your love.

Recently, I saw someone post to Facebook about her son having too many presents, and she wanted to donate some to children less fortunate than her little boy. Earlier that very day, my caseworker from Action for Children had dropped round presents for my little boys, so I knew exactly where to direct her. Action for Children are a Children’s Charity with a variety of services from Parenting Programmes, Family Support, and Emotional Support for Children during break-ups, and much more. They do lots of fantastic things, especially supporting low income families.

The boys didn’t really need more presents and I felt guilty accepting them but ungrateful if I didn’t. I’m lucky to have family and friends that do all the spoiling for me! But the fact that they were doing this brought a smile to my face. It made me think of all those children that otherwise wouldn’t get anything, for whatever reason, and maybe their family situation, like mine was that one year, had been fractured since they could remember.

So if you think you could spare with a gift or two, then why not contact your local Children’s Centre, they will have lots of agencies working out of them, Families First, Communities First, Barnados, Action for Children, all of them do great work with Children and Families. And, if you can’t spare a present or two – just remember that you really are a doing a great job.

Merry Christmas Everyone xxx

Ely Childrens Centre Contact Details

85-87, Grand Avenue, Ely, Cardiff, CF5 4LE.

(There are also many more across Cardiff, The Vale & Gwent)

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Competition! #writewedding

I’m giving away a Size 12 wedding dress to a bride to be, I wish I could offer other sizes but unfortunately I’m not a company, it’s just little old me trying to do something creative with a dress that I believe deserves an owner. It’s no Sarah Burton or Alexander McQueen, but it is a lovely dress. I know weddings can be costly, and sometimes I think that in the midst of worrying about costs we forget that ultimately it’s about marrying the love of your life & spending the day with your loved ones around you. So, because I love reading as much as I love writing I’ve decided to set up this competition. So if you would like this wedding dress, simply write between 250 & 500 words (can be more if you wish) about what getting married means to you & please only enter if you’re genuine, and this could really help you out. The only condition is that if you’re overseas you may have to contribute to the cost of shipping & you must be willing to have your story published on my blog. So if you or someone you know, could benefit from a free wedding dress. Enter #writewedding by sending your stories to I will contact the winner by the email address they provide. Closing date for entries is February 7th 2015. Please note dress looks very creased in the photo as it’s been in storage for a year, creases will drop out 🙂