I’m running. Oh yes. Thanks to the Zombies…
I have tried a Couch 2 5k running programme 4 or 5 times. The farthest I’ve reached is week 8. Not because I can’t do it – Oh no, I know they work.But I get bored. The principle behind it is brilliant – take a non-exercising Couch Potato, plug them into some headphones and into a pair of trainers and get them out the door. Tell them when to walk, and when to run – in tiny baby steps which slowly increase...
Dear All. We’re Never Writing Another Mother’s Day Gift Guide. Love Us x.
So Mother’s Day is on it’s way – and in previous years the weeks in the run up were a flurry of activity in the LittleStuff HQ. Scouring the interwebs for marvellously lovely gifts. Writing up the Mother’s Day Gift Guide posts (two a day for just over two weeks, plus a whole series of flower posts this year… that’s 37 posts, and over 22,000 words…) and scheduling them to drip into your...
A Letter to my Husband on Father’s Day
I still see you. I see your grin, your hands, the sassy twinkle in your blue eyes; all these twenty seven years and four children (and one neverending bloody mortgage) later, you’re still there. I see you. But more than seeing that funny, kind, strong young man I married? I see the man you have become. Of course I watched you hold your tiny babies, mash their bananas, pretend to be Mrs Goggins, promise to turn the wind down, and tell...
Free Family Days Out in Dorset (that you may never have heard of…)
We ALL love them – a Grand Day Out, planned with care and excitement. Naturally any family day out requires a picnic, which must feature hard boiled eggs (don’t forget the foil twist of salt – unless you have a fancy-dancy travel salt & pepper shaker), an array of sandwiches (because one likes butter, one hates tuna, one currently refuses to eat anything but Tesco sandwich filler, and you’re the only one...
Pud In A Mug? Yes. Keep ‘Em If You Can. *hollow laugh*
A few weeks ago now we were asked if we’d like to try the new Pud In A Mug range. I’ll be honest – I said we’d give it a go (because, y’know. Pud. IN a mug.), but my hopes were not high. I figured this would be the sweet equivalent to an instant soup – hot, but a bit.. blah. They arrived in their unassuming little sachets, and I stashed them in the cupboard next to the baked beans. Where they were...
A letter for my children – I have a confession…
Dearest No.1, Boy, Jolly & Bear. I have a confession to make. Yes, me, your super-cool amazing awesome mother.First up, I’m not sure I should be admitting this in public.But here goes: I love an inspirational quote.I do.And I’m not sorry.So there. (side note – any readers who follow me on Pinterest may have seen a sneaky little board sitting there quietly among the mugs and enamel kitchenware and housework tips...