Tag Archives: Little Pea
Kinky…stilettos
Yesterday was boot shopping day. It became a group effort with Sister 1, Sister 2 and Little Peas all in attendance. It went quite smoothly. We found a pair we all liked that fitted, but they were rather expensive. So … Continue reading
When things don’t go to plan
Yesterday didn’t quite go to plan. The plan was to do a lovely autumn morning run with my group, finishing with everyone in pink running through Bumpkinstown high street for Breast Cancer Care, and in the afternoon to take Litte … Continue reading
Little pea and me…and some dinosaurs
Yesterday was a long over due Little Pea and me day. There was much excitement when I told him our adventure included dinosaurs….followed by crushing disappointment when I had to admit that no, we weren’t going to Jurassic Park, and … Continue reading
Little Pea and me find bugs
Yesterday was a very, very overdue Little Pea and me day. In fact, it was only half a day as we both had afternoon plans, but we did squeeze in quite a lot. It was grey and foggy to start, … Continue reading
A little imagination
‘Imagine you have dyed your pubic hair pink and you’re really proud of it and want to show it off.’ After wrenching myself out of bed, dislocating my shoulders to get into my sports bra and dragging myself to the … Continue reading
Scary technology, fatness and a busy three year old
This week I read up a little bit on smart tvs. Not being even a little bit technical I might be one of the last people in the uk without the ability to record anything on tv, but switched off … Continue reading
It’s all about the dinosaurs…
…at least, it is when it is your third birthday and you are a Little Pea. The animals may be great, especially when you catch a feeding time at the zoo (literally): But there is nothing like a dinosaur: Or … Continue reading
Just when you thought….
….the 40th celebrations were all over, it turns out you can be instructed to appear at your parents house, having made ‘a bit of an effort’, be met on the main road by a shepherd/ Jesus / who knows (Dad … Continue reading
A grown up Pog?
Last week a colleague told me that reaching your 40s means you no longer have an excuse not to be a grown up, that everything starts to become more settled and sensible. I can’t think of anything worse, so even though … Continue reading
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