Broken bikes, broken hearts and even some broken bones. After 19 years at the top of his game Former Royal Engineer Martin Smith shares his cycling story and why he's choosing now to retire his racing legs.
You ping incessantly at me Come here woman! Hot coffee! Thrice reheated May I add. It really doesn’t taste that bad You beep and chirp your merry song. Come and get your coffee. Your coffee is done! The problem dear microwave, is I have small people in this cave. They don’t much care for mama’s... Continue Reading →
Under the darkness of the sky. I run to you as you cry
I thought you would still be here. For those midnight phone calls with a listening ear. The daily emails- Dad Jokes galore. I never thought I'd miss those before. For the times that adulthood had me overwhelmed...
Please put the tech down.
I still have tumour in my head. A small part that cannot be removed. It could be blasted with Gamma Knife, and potentially chemo, but this would be life extending, not life saving.
Yes. Cheese free Cheesecake. I'll start by explaining myself. On Thursday I set out with the intention of making a Raspberry cheesecake in preparation for Sebastien's 3rd birthday, only to realise I didn't have any cream cheese in the house. Disaster! I really couldn't be bothered dragging the kids to the shops, so raided... Continue Reading →
Happy Birthday little man, 3 years, That's crazy!
A blogger award with a twist. Who will be at your table?
Call an Ambulance Mama, quickly!