I snack as much as I talk. But never at the same time, that’s just poor manners.

Whilst I sit in my happy place, the airport, waiting for my delayed happy mode of transportation, not only am I resting my laptop on my gunt, I’ve also been here since the sun has set, and therefore, whilst walking to and from the eateries, wine pourer and confectionary retailer, I’ve been fortunate enough to … More I snack as much as I talk. But never at the same time, that’s just poor manners.

Weight probably gained, but possibly a film contract too. Speak to my people…

With Winter now fully settled in and setting up camp for the forseez, plus with Fiji being something that feels like it belongs in a history book because it was so long ago (I’ve been back from that paradise over eight and a half weeks now. See, history books, no exaggeration!), I was pleased when my … More Weight probably gained, but possibly a film contract too. Speak to my people…

When the child becomes the parent, because the parent IS the child.

From the title alone, let alone this entire post, I accept that I could be judged as either a heartless bitch, or an honest daughter with a heart that wants to help. When my father sadly passed away in 1998, and I was at the milestone age of 16, it goes without saying, my life … More When the child becomes the parent, because the parent IS the child.