I've been rambling on for years on my blog, and now I thought I'd start rambling on via a podcast as well. I'm eclectic; very sweary; frequently livid; perpetually confused. Topics I'm likely to cover will include gin, parenting, gin, why Original Source mint and tea tree shower gel is a fucking liability, gin, general musings on life, and a bit more gin. I believe kindness is everything, and that we should all try generally to be a little bit less of a dick.
In which I attempt to get to grips with home learning (and fail utterly ****ing miserably); I convince myself that I am a DIY genius and prove all the reasons why you should never attem…
In which we chat about just how ****ing tough things are right now, and about how it really is okay not to be okay; I share the little things recently which have made me smile; I also s…
In which I get a new desk; my dishwasher is still a dick; as am I, for even thinking about attempting Dry January; I prove that it's not only Covid that can go viral (see what I did the…
In which it's that weird period between Christmas and New Year and no one has a ****ing clue what day the bins go out; I wear elasticated waistbands and eat my body weight in carbohydra…
In which I reflect on just what an absolute sh*tshow of a year 2020 has turned out to be; I contemplate writing Covid: The Musical; I fail absolutely miserably to wrap any of the presen…
In which 2020 almost gets the better of me in the most ridiculously batshit and exhausting week; my household appliances are dicks (standard); Jamie tells me more about YouTubers than I…
In which Beth declares she is an Independent Woman; we get a letter home from school; I have the most bonkers start to a Sunday imaginable; and I discover that "traditional" is so last …
In which I share some of my very favourite highlights of my total lack of coordination whatsoever, including The Worst Parking Ever, and all of the reasons why you shouldn't try and dan…
In which I recall, in graphic and lurid detail, the spectacular moment from this week when four pints of rotting and fetid milk exploded around my kitchen. To be accompanied by a dead r…
And mine is a time filled with discussions on the relative merits of assorted STDs. In which I discover the real reason Jamie is so keen to get out of the house on a walk; I recall the …
In which I attempt to keep on smiling through the shitstorm which is 2020 by sharing a few of my favourite things. Including my cats' most dickish moments from the last seven days; why …
In which I get thoroughly upset about the fact that the people running our country appear to think it is more important that young children can recognise a fronted adverbial than it is …
In which absolutely bloody everyone has a birthday. Featuring all the reasons you should never try and make tiling out of marzipan; why greengrocers' stalls feature in my nightmares; an…
Ah, school run, how I've missed you. Not. In which I share some of my "favourite" school run memories: including why The Right Sort Of Carrier Bag is a food tech essential; why water bo…
In which I share my thoughts, musings and experiences of the deeply flawed engineering feat which is childbirth. Including all the reasons why giving birth is not as similar to sitting …
The teaching profession gets a frankly terrible press, and so, to counteract that, here is my podcast in praise of all those who work on the front line of education. In which I share so…
In which I buy leggings with pockets (THE DREAM); everyone goes back to school; and I brace myself for the HELL which is jeans shopping and bra shopping. Plus, a look back at the infamo…
In which I experience what can only be described as a frankly bonkers week. Highlights include the soul-leaching process of attempting to get Jamie to collate everything he needed for h…
In which I share some of the moments during lockdown which most drove me to gin. Highlights include children (and cats) being dicks during Zoom calls; the preparation and cooking of cir…
In which I can put off the evil task of purchasing my children's school uniform no longer. Featuring shouting, and swearing, and shouting and swearing, and an unfeasible amount of gin.