Thursday, 30 June 2011

Katie Price... a bit like Marmite!



I have just watched a Documentary on Katie Price's son Harvey. Standing up for Harvey, on Sky, was about trying to show solidarity for her son and entice an apology from Frankie Boyle, a self described shock tactic comedian, who disgustingly joked about Harvey in a sketch he did on Channel 4... Just like he did about Down Syndrome in my local venue, The Hexagon, Reading. After I heard about Boyle's out burst at a parent in the audience in Reading, I became more and more annoyed by him. He was described in this Documentary as a school yard bully... I see him as exactly that! His 'shock tactic' comedy style, I admit I used to find funny, has now stepped over a huge line... He now disgusts me. If he had apologised to the people involved and also Harvey and Katie Price then maybe he would find himself being called a C##T less and less!

Katie Price may irritate you all on a daily basis and may dominate the media... But at home she is a mum to a disabled child just like me and many others out there. Many who criticise her parenting are generally not parents themselves or are parents of children without any problems! If you would like to argue with someone about how difficult life can be with a disabled child both physically and mentally I will kindly step in and offer my Ranting mouth for the pleasure of knocking you all back down to the real world.

I am in no way accepting or making excuses for her behaviour as a person... But as a parent She deals with more than anyone realises! And hats off to her family for helping her with her children you can see the love they all have for Harvey and his Health, his inspires many... don't criticise it.

FYI FRANKIE BOYLE....

The Best Comedy is based on TRUE RESEARCHED FACTS and if you don't research your subjects you just come across like a C##T


Are Curtains Sound Proof Doctor??... Think again Nurse!!!!

Bloody Hospital Trips!

I have spent a few days contemplating my reaction to my resent trip to the hospital and I have decided... I'm a little bit Annoyed and a lot bit f**ked off!!

A few days ago I awoke to the most agonising scream I have ever heard! As if someone was giving birth... & in a way that is quite an apt description... Kyd was screaming and crying the bathroom down trying to go to the toilet. Kyd has had problems with his bowel from a very very young age. We have had every medicine, diet & treatment going now I reckon... most of which were crap, and didn't actually produce the crap, like they promised on the packet!... We've had dietary diaries and poo sheets... all very glam I must say!... We thought we'd cracked it with a natural Aloe Vera gel drink which I stumbled across and thought I'd try. I do still believe it is working and I hugely prefer the herbal option.. I think I'm a hippy at heart... But I just think we've had a slip up, Probably a dietary issue... eeek more food diaries needed, ~I've let them slide #badparentalert

In the past Kyd has gone almost 3 weeks if not longer without going for a number 2... the poor sod used to be in so much pain and be so swollen that he needed 2 sizes of clothes, 1 for the beginning of the week and 1 for the end when the swelling was at it's worst... but the meds at this stage were just making the problem behind the blockage worse! After 8 years of going to the toilet just once a week, twice if we were lucky... and then believe me, it's in a massive toilet blocking styley that any Fully grown man would be proud of!... All the 100000's of doctors have all just come to the same agreement... that he just had a 'lazy bowel' and this was all they could do... Brilliant! (she says with a sarcastic sigh)... So we have just got on with it, This is his life and it could be so much worse...

Anyway, So our lovely little routine for a panic such as this, in which we haven't had to use for quite some time, is as follows...

No poo for a week ~ top up his meds daily until lift off...

If this doesn't work and he is in pain and straining ~ Go to GP...

GP then sends us to the Paediatric ward for an Enema ~ Nurse gives enema and then we go home

Then ~ Extra few ml of meds for a few days so not to allow it to build back up...

Quite simple isn't it... and it has been going well now for a good few years, so why now would these stupid newbies make it complicated!...
I am NOT a neurotic mother and I am in no way going to be treated like one! Stupid trainee Senior nurse... or whatever her title... this is a little hint... CURTAINS ARE NOT SOUND PROOF!! are you a toddler do you go by the' I can't see them so they can't see or hear me' rule?!... Try opening His bloody file! And maybe even Reading it! We have been to this ward for this same thing over and over and over and over and we have been in and out in a few hours... But not this time...

So we get there after bussing it from home (I sooo need to learn to drive) and in a panic that he may explode any minute and on public transport which would be explosive in it's own right... Once he blows he blows!!! no stopping it! Just to wait around for the doctor, which is fully understandable, and then lovely nurse 1 and 2 take Kyds obs and tell me that he's been delayed and would I mind if I had a trainee Senior Nurse or something do all the questioning and paperwork before he got there... I am all for helping trainee's learn so I said yeah that's fine... wish I hadn't now!

Absolutely lovely to my face singing my praises and full of sympathy for Kyd's ongoing problem, at that point I quite liked her. She starts with the most odd questions about my pregnancy... uh he's 8!... and she wanted specific dates of his admittances in to hospital so when I explained I didn't have much memory of his childhood and I had no idea she Tutted!!... yes Tutted!!... I then got on the defensive obviously as I hate tutting! and said have you read his file? she skirted around the question and carried on asking... I'm not being funny but it was obvious I was upset by my memory loss so maybe persisting was a bit harsh! I then decided that I'd had enough and just as I was going to say something the doctor came in... all nicey nicey she explained and he then asked relevant questions. He was quite dosey himself and he had no idea what to do just staring at Kyd... someone who also hadn't read the file... :rollseyes: I said slowly 'the GP sent us for an enema... ' they went to check the referral letter and this is when my blood began to boil...

They bloody stood behind that curtain with her saying...

'Well mum should do it at home this is not what we do in this ward, It's obvious that he should have had other meds way before now but unless it's been 3 or more weeks then we won't do it'

DOCTOR:
'but he's in pain we can feel the blockage just give him the enema then let the specialist sort the rest'...

HER (she doesn't deserve a name):
'but she can do it at home'

DOCTOR:
'But she's already said he won't let her she's tried already'

HER (mutters):
'Well she didn't try that hard'

They came back in and I thought I'd wait before I kick off...
'what we are going to do is give him some new meds and see if that works'
I piped up couldn't the GP have done that? She actually tried telling me they didn't do enema's on the ward... even though we had been there over and over  for exactly that... I told her that and she left the doctor to it. I was being quite calm for me too. I was fuming. The doctor told me he would sort an enema and showed us to the play room to wait. Next minute they're telling me they haven't got any enemas available... WTF!! are you serious! at that point I was going to blow up so I just took the prescription grunted and left.... only to get down to the pharmacy for another 45 minute wait... just to be told by the lovely man at the pharmacy that he had no idea why they had given him the meds they did and that they stock the enemas in their pharmacy... so a trip downstairs was too much! Grrrr He was more help than anyone I had spoken to in the last few hours. Give him this and then do this... if he is in pain then go back and kick off! I like that man...

My decision was that If he hasn't been by tonight... Tomorrow I am returning to the same ward armed with chains and I am going to wait until they sort it and I am going to try and keep my cool but don't count on it...

Funny thing is whilst I have been writing this I realised Kyd has been ever so quiet... But I've just heard the Loo seat.... then a shout 'ALLLLLLLLLIIIIIISSSSHHHH'...

After a struggle and a scream... WE HAVE LIFT OFF!!

God is looking down on you Nurse woman! You have had a lucky escape!

So pleased for Kyd, he's so happy now!!

Thank You Mr Pharmacist!!


Wednesday, 22 June 2011

I'm fine, I'm happy... but I'm breaking inside... (*warning tears were shed writing this*)

So today I went to London to meet an awesome friend and had an amazing time visiting the sites, like a proper little tourist (even if I've been loads of times). I like to take random days out, as a form of escapism. Time for me to forget all that's happened or is happening and just be me in the middle of nowhere or surrounded by people I don't know...  After a 30 minute stint on the tube, as the one in front broke down! Thus reviving my hatred of confined spaces and the general public!... I finally got on my train home...

The train to Banbury was sat at the station for quite a while and when I sat down at a table seat (which is a rare occurrence that one is free) the lady on the tannoy announced the stops... Slough, Reading... blah blah... Banbury. I know this is weird but I felt this odd feeling in my stomach, a bit like I was getting Deja-vu. And then it dawned on me why... the last time I had sat at a table seat to Banbury it was for an oh so different reason. As the most horrible feeling of a hidden old memory rolled across my body, a tear rolled down my face. The lady opposite asked if I was OK, feeling almost mute, I just nodded and smiled...

I apologise now, if this is in loads of detail and I just drone on, but, I read, It's essential that to get all repressed memories out when they're remembered, in order to remember new ones... And this is a secret held since that day, and one that I have never spoken of, to anyone...

I touched upon before, that I have suffered from Post Natal Depression in the past, quite severely, but I didn't really have much of a memory of quite how bad it really was or even quite as bad as it really could have been... Until now.

Having Kid so young was hard, add the problems with his dad, his health and the fact I was on my own and had no idea what I was doing and you have a recipe for Post Natal Depression. I was very good at hiding it though... A false smile and a loving embrace with my baby and everyone thought I was on track... I had even fooled the doctor and my family. Time was closing in on me though as I had developed a habit of going on spending spree's to relieve the stress. Silly things at first the odd thing here and there... until I realised that I had developed an ever increasing debt. I remember the feeling of panic when I had realised the amount of money I had spent and that I had nothing major to show for it. That panic turned into fear and the fear turned in to self destruct mode. I just couldn't see a way out. I was 18, had a 2 year old disabled child and was up to my eyeballs in debt. I began to deteriorate but I hadn't told anybody, from what I remember, I held the whole lot in.
  I had a boyfriend at the time and it was my first since Kid's dad. This to me was a big deal at the time as, in mid argument less than a year before, Kid's dad had told me that I was going to be on my own forever, as nobody would want me... The words 'Who would want you now?... a teenage mum with a disabled child' stuck in my head and even with all my memory loss this has always been there at the front of my mind. The fact I had found someone to take on both me and my son was the most amazing feeling, after convincing myself that I would be alone forever. He was brilliant with Kid and I trusted him with him, which was difficult for me at the time. I had told him nothing about what was going on. He knew a few details but I had hidden most of my true situation. He was, like everybody else, in the dark.
My family had no idea due to the fact I didn't want them to know. I was convinced that they would hate me and I honestly thought I had put enough shame on them to announce that I had also failed in life. I remember thinking that things just couldn't get any worse and began to think of ways out.

...I remember thinking, of running away with Kid in tow, but realised that without money, I couldn't. I know I probably came up with so many more ways out, but how I came to the next one I have no understanding of.

I decided that Kid deserved better and I couldn't deal with giving him up, or having him taken off me, but he needed to go to better parents, as I just couldn't do it. I remember cuddling Rhys whilst he was asleep and stroking his hair and just crying and crying, telling him I was sorry. I convinced myself that it was all my fault and that I was being punished for something and that Kid was taking my punishment, in a form of Down Syndrome as it had already been proven that it was in my blood so it was my fault. I got to the point where this was happening more and more, two, three times a day I would cradle Kid and cry and I just knew that I wasn't good enough to give him what he deserved in life. So I decided I didn't deserve to live, if I couldn't even give him a normal life, I couldn't, in anyway, deserve to have this amazing little thing that depended solely on me... when I couldn't even sort myself out. I began to write out letters to friends and family highlighting why I had decided to give up my life. I had written to my aunt to plead with her to take Kid on as her own. I had also written out my funeral... what I wanted for Kid and also a general apology. I remember writing them and I even remember hiding them in a small black suitcase and I can't seem to get my head round how I had got to that point and hidden it from so many...

I recall thinking I needed to wait for someone to be staying with me at the house before I did anything, because when I didn't wake up, Kid then wouldn't be alone. I had thought it through to every finer detail and I was so sure about what I was going to do was right that, I wasn't even crying when I took the first pill!... I remember taking the whole packet, bit by bit, whilst my boyfriend and Kid were asleep in the other room. I started to feel sick and I know that because I remember sitting next to the toilet. I finally got in to bed and cried myself to sleep just like every other night before that.
But I woke up... and other than feeling a bit sick, I was no different than before. I don't remember how I felt at that moment but I know that I tried again just a few short days after... and again... Nothing... I think in all I tried about 4 times to end my life, whilst my boyfriend and son slept soundly unknowing what was really going on. One time, I even went to the trouble of texting several loved ones the message 'I'm sorry' which I expected them to get when they woke up and I didn't. But my cousin was awake and sensed that I wasn't being myself and just half way through taking yet another packet of paracetamol I heard a frantic knocking at the door... after hiding the pills in a hurry... I ran down to get the door before she woke the others. She was panicking that I was just about to do something silly... again with a smile on my face holding everything in, I told her that I had accidentally sent a message for my boyfriend to everyone as a group message... I'm not sure whether she believed me at the time or not but I have just remembered how much I love her and the realisation of the fact, if I had just told her there and then the following wouldn't have happened...

I'm not sure how long after this had all started but I was still in the mind frame that Kid was better off without me anywhere near him, when me and my boyfriend had a row... god knows what about but it was a huge one... I just walked out... and kept walking... No Kid... No Phone... just the clothes on my back and my purse in my pocket. I don't remember how long I was walking but I remember ending up at the Train Station. I stood starring at the ticket machine and I remember thinking 'f**k it'... but also remember looking down at my hands and seeing a carrier bag with 3 packs of paracetamol and a bottle of vodka... I remember not remembering buying them and feeling shocked. I must have just walked along like a zombie or something just numb. I bought a one way 1st class ticket to Bridlington with the idea that by the time I get there it will be too late... But I never got there.

As I walked to the train a man stopped me and told me that there was a rail replacement bus service from Oxford (? I think) to Banbury in which I could get back on track to Bridlington from there. As I boarded the 1st class carriage, I remember feeling completely out of place. I sat on that table seat and began to take yet more tablets... I remember panicking as someone came and sat near by, as this meant they might stop me or see me. A young girl came and sat opposite me. She asked where I was going I think but I recall completely lieing to her and saying others had taken my bags in the car but there was no room for me so I was following on... I wouldn't have bought that, but she seemed convinced I think from what I remember. I took a few more but with water and said I had a headache. I remember thinking she didn't believe me but I'm not sure if that's just my mind making things up.... I got off the train and on to a bus... and from there I am blank...

I woke up in Banbury hospital covered in sick and surrounded by doctors. I had collapsed in a heap on the bus and been sick all down myself. They had called an ambulance after I hadn't woken up... God knows what the bus driver had thought, let alone the other passengers, but I am mortified at having put them through that... They had put me under watch and because I had no phone they hadn't been able to contact any of my family. They had found empty pill packets and a half drunk bottle of vodka, put 2 and 2 together and wanted to pump my stomach. Even when asked I denied it... I remember telling them I got travel sick on a regular basis and I would be fine... They didn't pump my stomach. They believed me... looking back I remember it said in my release notes it said 'suspected overdose'... honestly, what is that about! I remember wanting to just scream at them 'please help me!' but my pride seemed to get in the way...

I used their phone to phone my phone as this was the only number I knew... It must have been gone 10pm and my panicked boyfriend answered. I quickly said I'm OK I'm in hospital in Banbury... I remember not having an answer to the next question... 'What the hell are you doing in Banbury?' I just said I hopped on a train for a day out on my own and forgot my phone. I lied and told everyone I had had a random epileptic fit on a bus and they wanted to keep me in... They wanted to keep me in to keep an eye on me that is true but there was no fit involved. He rung a few of my panicked friends who were searching for me and luckily one of their parents lived not far from Banbury. They drove to see me with spare clothes in tow and again I greeted them with a smile and the Alice 'everything is great' look... I'm not sure they've ever truly understood that night and I don't think they know how truly grateful I am for them doing that... My Boyfriend came with them he was so upset that I had just upped and left... I kept thinking 'if only you knew'. His parents had Kid over night and until we got back.. god knows what they thought either, abandoning my baby like that!... After they had been to see me they then stayed at the parents house nearby. They came and picked me up the next morning and drove me home to Kid and we all laughed about it... but deep down I was still crying out for help and was quite unsure why I'd failed to overdose so many times...

When I got home and Kid was once again cradled in my arms, I suddenly realised why I was still alive... Kid... I was meant to have him and he was meant to be with his mum. good or bad, happy or sad, I was his mum and I loved him. I was prepared to give up my life to benefit his... but he would've never forgiven me for taking my own life and leaving him without his mother. I almost had a eureka moment and at that moment I decided to get the Doctors involved and that I should start on the, much needed, anti depressants again. I also stopped being stubborn and accepted I needed help, so I phoned my mum in Yorkshire and told her, not about the overdosing, but about all my debt.. She still doesn't know about that... well she does now obviously but you know what I mean... I know she was disappointed in me but she was calm and brilliant. She helped me deal with it and I began to see a way out. Although I still kept it from everyone else, I knew I had my mum, so didn't see the need to tell anyone else. I do remember thinking that I was lucky, for the first time in years and believed in myself and Kid's future for the very first time which was so refreshing.

The overdosing stopped, the crying was tamed... I still suffered from depression and it often resurfaced... and if I'm honest still does now... But I could more or less at this point handle it. Isn't it funny how something that seems so stupid and little to most, can affect someone so badly when they are suffering from depression. It took a massive shock like waking up in hospital for me to wake up from this... but what if I hadn't, in fact, woken up? What would that have done to Kid or my family and friends? I can't imagine not seeing Kid grow up.

I beg that if anyone reading this, has or is currently feeling similar to this or if you think that your depression is worsening... please tell someone... You aren't alone, however stubborn you are and however much you want to sort it yourself... It's not worth it... friends are friends for a reason and they are there to help you through these times.

This has been great therapy writing it down, if not a great awakening to how my life was.. actually not too long ago!... and just getting it out there for the very first time... plus just to clarify I'm writing it down so people don't have to try and understand my crying voice!... but if I can make just one person aware of the extremes that depression can reach... It's been worth every tear.

Monday, 6 June 2011

A 'not so' quick 4 in 1 catch up...

Right, to all you Blog fans, I'm sorry I have been a bit quiet this week I've been...
A, Busy with the Crazy one and half term,
B, Ill (partly self inflicted but sympathy welcome),
& C, Just a bit lazy to be honest.

So I have decided to do a quick run down on one post... Four post's in One...


I'll start with following up my last post/rant...

Congratulations to Mr & Mrs Tolson. A beautiful wedding, in a beautiful location, with beautiful people!

Mrs Emma Tolson is a girl after my own Heart and everything was done to perfection. She created all the Invites, favours etc herself and I was very impressed with all the finer details that she'd dreamt up and created. The venue was amazing. Compton Acres, Poole is a beautiful setting for the perfect traditional White wedding. It was indeed the WOW factor that all brides dream of. Check out the link it's just beautiful. Amazing wedding Breakfast too by the way, yummy yummy yum yum!! I'd eat that every day if I could!
OK so I did get slightly drunk... OK very drunk but it's a wedding and that is, of course, the done thing to do... I mean Kris and Emma sort of expected it and who am I to disappoint! But I must say this... Their 1st dance was just BRILLIANT. Kris is well known amongst his friends as a bad dancer... but after a few **cough cough 6 months of** dance classes they created the most amazing waltz and jive with a bit of Fresh Prince of Bel Air dancing thrown in the middle... all very YouTube worthy I can't wait to see the video back. But after that it was just too hard to follow on the dancing stakes... But The Hoff, also known as 'The Grandad dancer' and
Johnny or as Rhys would call him 'the Giraffe' quite frankly went in to it as a challenge to rekindle Kris' past moves... :rollseyes: the word I want to say is Special but as you know I hate that word... although in this case...

Just an amazing day and night all round and I think you'll agree from the picture above, the bride looked fabulous... and Kris scrubbed up quite well too! I do hope they are enjoying Egypt... I am not jealous in any way shape or form. (she says with gritted teeth!)
Well Done to you again Mr & Mrs T.



WELL THE NEXT PART...

FOOTBALL... (please feel free to skip to AND FINALLLLY... if Football is not your thing lol)

less said the better Really but I'll just comment on the pre match part... after that I'd like to forget if that's possible...


Right well all the expectation and excitement of what could be about to happen was at it's peak before kick off at The Green Man Pub, Wembley last Monday. Where 2000 Reading FC fan's old and new (the new also known as plastics) gathered with anticipation and let's just say there was a lot of Dutch courage flowing. Kid was, quite frankly, in his element! Mr Kid 'I Love People' Baillie was stood on a table in the centre of the pub garden, surrounded by fellow fans, singing away to Reading songs and loving all the banter... which he probably didn't understand... (just to note he was very safe and surrounded by family and friends so couldn't fall, get lost or come to any harm). I was pottering around for ages just bumping into fellow friends and RFC fans from Facebook and Twitter and so on which had been interacting with me prior to the game, I almost felt famous! lol not quite but I felt very over whelmed with the amount of people who knew my name... Shut up now Alice you sound big headed...

Anyway at the height of the excitement a friend of mine popped Kid on his shoulders and carried him off to join in a bit of a sing song further into the crowd... funnily enough this was the same friend who disappeared into the Reading Festival crowd with him a few years previous... YES Matthew Harden this is you I am talking about... Matt is in the Navy (which means he has a uniform girlies!!) and is based in Pompey most of the time but regularly comes back to Reading for football and drinking reasons. His being in the navy helped as Kid is now a lot heavier than he was at the festival all those years ago and I was shocked he could even lift him lol... Mr Matthew 'navy boi' 'Muscles' Harden is on twitter girls Follow him @MattHarden86... :)

Anyway... The atmosphere in the Greenman Pub was one of the best I have ever encountered before a game and I doubt we will encounter that again any time soon... shame we had to ruin it by watching the game really, In which we lost 4-2. I would say congratulations to Swansea but to be quite honest I'm not going to... I'm still quite bitter and I'm not that nice to be honest lol.



NEEEEEEXXXXXTTTT!!!...

On a lighter Football note...

Well Done Peterborough United FC for your Promotion to the Championship... Now we have decided to stay put in this league, I would like to welcome you by declaring that you, in fact, will be my favourite day trip this coming season!!


I am slightly bias due to contacts at the club but after watching the game last Sunday and following their progress through the lower league, I do believe that they were the deserved winners of their Play Off Final... which I thought would be an omen for ours the next day... But as you've just read it was not meant to be!!
I look forward to my VIP treatment at our away leg of Peterborough vs Reading this season and I have great expectations for the team and their management... and their Press officer (also on twitter ladies @philadlam) who is a very good friend of mine.


AND FINALLLLLY.....

We were in the paper!!!... well sort of...

The part of my life I haven't mentioned yet is my Charity Fund raising for a local charity close to my heart and Kid's The West Berkshire Down Syndrome Group (WBDSG)... in which I will write a post about in the future so won't go too much in to it... I help fund raise for this small, local, family run charity, to give back what I can after all the help and advice given to myself and Kid over the years.


Kid and I have some amazing friends who over the past few months have been giving up their time, effort and money to help us support this worthwhile cause. We've seen friends and organisations donating prizes for an online raffle. An Easter egg hunt run by a school friend of Kid's, Kyle Fraiser, 8, and his mum Stacey, who's lovely idea turned into reality when lot's of children had a lovely day in the sun hunting for plastic eggs and exchanging them for lots of yummy chocolate!!...

And then there was Maskell's challenge...

Mr Neil Maskell, A very good friend of mine, decided he wanted to do something to help Kid's Downs group but couldn't decide what he wanted to do... Here's where the fun started... after an unsuccessful brain storm he suggested we let his Facebook friends decide his fate... very VERY brave of him. I dedicated a status to this idea and asked everybody to decide what they would like to see happen to Maskell or what they would like him to do... Lets just say the suggestions were amazingly imaginative and some weren't acceptable for me to repeat lol... But we did decide on a challenge in the end and in which we were able to add a few surprises that he didn't know were going to happen... :evilsmileonface:

The challenge:
To sit in a bath (paddling pool) of beans and have his legs waxed + extra's.

Cleverly named, Maskell's Bean Waxed, was held at a local pub in Reading, The Fishermans cottage and the locals and staff were really generous and welcoming to us barging in on their quiet Sunday afternoon, so thanks again to them.
We started with the waxing with the lovely Beth Lloyd Beauty Studio... but here's where the 1st surprise came in... Maskell was in fact having his legs waxed in hoops, like his beloved Reading FC shirt. He had no idea this was the plan but he bravely accepted his fate and so the waxing began. I'd like to add the lovely Landlord Ricky also had his scarily hairy back waxed with the initials of the pub too... thanks again.

Next was the beaning and the rest of the surprises... :evilface:

As you can see He had no chance of wriggling out of it with Kid around... The surprises involved Eggs, flour, Quick jel powder, ketchup and Custard. Each surprise added by passers by and friends alike whilst paying for the privilege. He loved it... NOT! He hates ketchup! anything to do with ketchup and this is why it was involved... nasty aren't we! But just remember he had put his fate in the hands of his facebook fans.... silly boy!

All in all it was a brilliant day, we raised £355 all together and the press picked up on the fun and published the pic in the paper!! WE'RE FAMOUS!!!

WELL DONE AND THANK YOU TO ALL INVOLVED!!!


ANNNNND BREATHE...
Here marks the end of my 4in1 blog... and I am hoping all normality is now resumed... well as normal as it can be... it is me we are talking about!!







Scrap that...

BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!

So I'm adding a 5th part....


Whilst I've been typing and eating shortbread, My lovely friend has been giving birth to a huge 9lb 13 bubba in the comfort of her bedroom!!!
Carla Palmer you are one brave woman! Kid was 9lb and I thought that was big... jeeeeees what were you eating the past 9 months??!!


Congrats to you all and Welcome to the world baby Richard xxxxx

Right I'm actually going now :)