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It’s true

I’m foolishly excited

Stupidly so

Firstly; I only have to work two days this week.

Secondly; Camp Bestival on Thursday!

Lastly because I get to spend time with my lovely friends.

New friends like H & J.

Friends like Chez and Nut (and his mini nuts)

And  my childhood friend, who I only really get to spend a good amount of time with at Camp Bestival as we live in different countries, Mrs A. We’ve been friend since I was around 15 and can go for long period of time without speaking but our friendship never seems to change. I love her just as much as I did when I was a kid. Camp Bestival has bought us together for the last three years after I invited her along in 2012.

I’ve been taking Inny along to the Dorset event since she was 7. The first time the two of us wandered around taking in the sights and sound and we enjoyed it so much that we have made it a part of every summer since roping in other people along the way.

Where else could I have swayed to Blondie, Hot stepped to Jimmy Cliff and jumped around to House of Pain with my little kid? Where else would I have felt comfortable to dress as Pocahontas for the whole day!

By Thursday evening I will be sitting outside my tent with six beautiful friends and five crazy kids flipping burgers.

With a glass of wine in hand.

So yes!

I am foolishly excited!




Women Who are Ambivalent about Women Against Women Against Feminism

Well said!

The Bloggess

So...yeah.  Right now there’s a lot of talk about a tumblr called WomenAgainstFeminism.  It’s just pictures of some women holding up handwritten signs entitled “I don’t need feminism because...”  Some of the reasons they give for not needing feminism almost seem like a parody (“How the fuck am I suppose to open jars and lift heavy things without my husband?”) and some (“I don’t need to grow out my body hair to prove I’m equal to men”) just make me wonder where in the world they got their definition of feminism.

At first I considered starting my own “I Don’t Need _____ Because” tumblr with people holding equally baffling signs.  Signs like:



I don’t need air because LOTS OF IT…

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Over Sensitive Moi?



I have worked for over 29 years and I don’t think I have ever come across someone as condescending and who creeps me out as much as one of our new interim directors.

What to do about a man  who is constantly referring to himself in third person as ‘Uncle Jack’ when in meetings or addressing the company as a whole?

Here are some examples;

When in a meeting of senior managers he said “now let’s get it right because when Uncle Jack has to go to face the client he wants to have and easy time of it because Uncle Jack likes an easy time”

“Aha Miss X can take the minutes for Uncle Jack because she’s so good at it” to the youngest woman in the room who happened to be in her mid-thirties and a very capable department manager.  On another occasion he asked “this little lady can tale the minutes can’t you?” ….too me!

I replied ‘errrrm no I can’t be taking minutes and contribute adequately to the meeting perhaps you should book the office PA in future’

It’s been noted that he asks the youngest woman in the room to write the minutes in every meeting

When I explained how annoying this was to my former line manager he said that Uncle Jack was eccentric, the kind of guy who wears tweed at the weekend drives a Landover and would never change. He told me that I should get used to it as he means no harm and it’s no big deal.

Well that told me!

Maybe, despite being a 45 year old department manager and a single mother of two, one of whom is a graduate; I should just be ‘a good girl’ hand back my voter registration card and get on the back of the bus.

First Time Ever

Our T-shits and words

Our T-shits and words


I finally did it!

I made it through my first 5K

Starting Line

Starting Line

38 minutes and it was all over

Despite the heatwave and the slippy mud patches courtesy of the torrential downpour in the early hours.

Admittedly, I had to walk some of the uphill bits and just 200m from the finish line my lungs were burning so badly I wanted to give up.

It was not to be though as the amazing lady next to me slowed down, paced me and talked my over the finish line with words of loving encouragement.

I owe her!

My Medal!

My Medal!

My daughter and my friend Jen made it round in just over 50 minutes. I think thats great for two people who don’t run at all!


In the end all the runners raised over £326,600 for cancer research!

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