I would class myself as pretty hard. Not in the’ cock of the school’ sense or hard- faced but in a way that I can cope with most things that are thrown my way. I may initially have a wobble and contemplate getting in my car with my toothbrush and a spare pair of knickers and driving till …
To Podcast or not to Podcast – that is the question
Recently I was asked to write down where I wanted to be in eight years. I had registered as a business earlier this year after publishing two books but where did I really see this ‘business’ going, if anywhere? And did being an author class you as a business woman? While I was writing my …
Summer ‘holidays’ my arse!
In June I was still working from home and was going to be, for the foreseeable future. I had established a routine that worked. A couple of hours of work before the Stinks woke up, a mad forty-five minutes to get them ready for school, argue about who had actually cleaned their teeth with toothpaste …
Dying for a Drink? A poem by Mo Harrop
Do not underestimate me I am Alcoholism I play games You can drink beer There’s merrymaking Come in here Believe me you will pay dear Forget the times when you felt ill You’ll be okay, just take your fill Back on the treadmill Your mind it screams You want to shout The pain you feel …