These are all the posts I’ve written relating to politics, parenting and my life in general.
May’s done already, which feels slightly illegal. I swear I only just wrote April’s post. Actually it was written over a week late, so maybe that’s why this month felt like it turned up, downed a pint, and bolted. May is often one of my favourite months of the year. The sun occasionally makes a guest appearance – actual sun, […]
May 2025: Sunshine, a terrible waitress and many pot plants Read More >>
I didn’t throw my back out lifting a fridge or doing CrossFit. I did it putting socks on. Because I’m in my 40s and this is my life now. At some point in your late 30s, you might still be under the quaint little illusion that you’re a still a young adult. And then, without warning, forty arrives, you are
Fifteen ways your body betrays you after you turn 40 Read More >>
Contains affilaite links Once upon a time, and long after my brief goth years were over, black was a wardrobe staple. Elegant, slimming, practical; black is a classic choice for the tired mum with no energy for fashion but a deep desire to hide the wobbly bits and bolognese stains…. And then I got a yellow Labrador. Now, I own
Why I can’t wear black anymore: A Labrador owner’s memoir Read More >>
Moving house is supposed to be exciting, isn’t it? A fresh start, a new adventure. A chance to declutter and reinvent your entire life as the sort of person who uses coasters, owns matching towels and whose sideboards are remarkably clear. When I moved (around six weeks ago!) it was the third time since 2021, so you’d think I’d be
14 things they don’t tell you about moving house Read More >>
*This post contains affiliate links. May got off to a belting start; I started typing this from the midst of a heatwave! I then completely forgot to finish it. I’d offer apologies for the fact that this update is now over a week later than it should have been, but I’m exhausted and I don’t have many to offer so
April 2025: House stuff, and not a great deal else tbh Read More >>
Fuck me, I am shattered, physically and mentally. I am covered in bruises and everything aches. No, I haven’t taken up wrestling; I’ve been humping boxes and building furniture because I’ve finally MOVED HOUSE. But, before I get ahead of myself, let me reminisce about what else happened in March. (If you want to read the other monthly updates because
March 2025: Three trips to London and a new house Read More >>
After January was a total arse and lasted about a year, conversely, February just shot past without even settling in. Didn’t even take its coat off. Rude. The weather has started to mellow a little bit, and it’s still light past 5pm which is bloody marvellous. Nothing quite lifts the spirits like the promise of spring , and I’m very
February 2025: Not moving house, flu & pig stacking Read More >>
As anyone who has followed me on Facebook for any length of time can probably attest to, I do so enjoy a scam email, a romance scammer in my inbox or a bit of back-and-forth with an unhappy would-be client. Yesterday, however, I got what was probably the most incredibly baffling email I’ve received to date. Literally baffling, in my
The one in which Fran is a peaceful French mother Read More >>
Can you believe that a whole year has passed since I started writing monthly life updates? I did say that when the year was over I’d give up, but I had a bit of a change of heart. Writing is therapeutic, even if what I write is largely nonsense, and I can’t just write posts about people with shit grammar
January 2025: Dog piss, Traitors and definitely not doing dry January Read More >>
I’ve been collecting these screenshots for some time. Ever since I published this post about malapropisms, the good people of Facebook have been spotting examples in the wild and sending them to me and I am absolutely here for it. These aren’t all malapropisms; some of them are probably the fault of an over-enthusiastic auto-correct, some will be down to
