We were supposed to not be drinking

We were supposed to not be drinking but given that I’ve spent the day producing, directing, running, editing, procuring ingredients, filming and doing wardrobe for Bella’s “How to make brownies” power point presentation with video content, there wasn’t much chance of sobriety.

The star of the show had a diva strop when it was suggested that her video would look better if she had her hair brushed and brushed her teeth.

I pointed out that her contract stipulates that she can’t look like a skank.

She wasn’t keen on my over enthusiastic direction when I asked for “tits and teeth”. In fact she pointed out that she hadn’t got any tits and I was a shit momager.

Dangerous then got to work on her long maths with our new “Nigella” for two hours whilst I took the boys to a nerf gun party. He phoned shortly after I’d arrived at the party and whispered

“Wine, wine, bring wine back with you – I can’t cope! There’s no need for enforced sobriety on a Sunday when the sun’s shining and England won!”

“It’s got nothing to do with those things, you can’t cope with our daughter and maths, can you?”

Like the dutiful wife that I am, I picked up a bottle of wine for us on the way home and then another bottle for the dog and one more for good luck.

The boys had taken it upon themselves to have a competition to see who could get the dirtiest at the party. I made them leave their clothes by the front door and make their way to the shower without touching the walls.

And in other news

I’m thinking of starting a race for people who can run with Pugs. A Pug marathon of sorts.

So many people seem to be of the opinion that pugs can’t walk or run when they are very active little dogs. Pugs aren’t just fat cute little lap dogs. They are so much more than that.

Obviously they are fat little lap dogs too.

I’m thinking of “Run Pug Run”.

An endurance test for pugs that don’t conform to stereotypes.

Thug Pug can run! I’m fucking ecstatic.

Thug Pug can run! I’m fucking ecstatic. He’s only ever been for a run with me once and he sat in the middle of a road to teach me a lesson. The lesson was “don’t fucking tell me what to do!”
This is a game changer!
He’s slow and he keeps stopping to sniff other dogs arses but he ran nearly four miles through Tatton Park.

Everybody laughed at us as he was panting so much and he kept jumping in the lake to cool off. When he jumped in the lake, he just laid down like and looked at me as if to say “it’s all on my terms. I will run but you will stop when I want to. You may think that you’re in charge but you aren’t!”

We could enter him into a Triathlon. Fuck knows how he’d cycle but we could get a basket for him. He’d look up at me…lovingly…

This morning was shit


This morning was shit. I mean really shit. Unbelievable shit. The sort of shit that messes with your head and makes you lose your shit…The sort of shit that makes you want to weep. Double shit, shit on toast! Shit down your fingernails that you can’t get out, type shit.

All three of my darling little shits are so unbelievably overtired that they embarked on a competition to become the worst behaved child in England. My eldest wiped the dog’s eye bogey on my youngest child’s hair and laughed until he punched her. This wasn’t even the low point of the morning. My middle child decided that he would pretend that he didn’t understand the English language and when asked to help unload the dishwasher, claimed that he couldn’t because he didn’t know which button to push.

“No you are correct, there isn’t a fucking unload button but I’ll suggest to the manufacturers that they make a magic button that puts all the cutlery, crockery and pans away!”

When Bella had made Ted cry, I tried to cheer him up by whispering that his sister could be a bit of a “bitch” sometimes.

It cheered him up so much that he ran around chanting “BITCH BITCH BITCH” for five minutes whilst I closed all the windows in the house for fear that one of the neighbours would hear.

“And don’t think that because we are late, I’m going to bail you out and drive you to school because that’s shit parenting” I threatened whilst unlocking the car.

“That won’t teach you anything about real life!”

Unfortunately, due to unforeseen traffic, we were late for school anyway and I arrived at school with not one or two but three crying children. I’d not quite meant for them to arrive at school sobbing but due to unforeseen words that came out of my mouth, arrive sobbing they did.

All that I’d threatened was that I’d get a full time job and make them go to school breakfast clubs and the after school club until 6.00 so that they’d realise how lucky they really are.

They didn’t see the funny side of my empty threats.

Ted told me that he was going to kill himself when he got home from school. I suggested that this was a tad melodramatic and conceded that it must be shit having a shit mum that says shit stuff.

Some days are shit.

Sometimes I’m a really shit mum.

Sometimes the little shits really live up to their names.

“Fuck this shit Trevor” I said to the dog “I’m off for a run!”

I cheered myself up with my new Rew top, Marks&Spensive bargain trousers that I promptly got filthy and Zara sale boots.

Are your walls full of dirty handprints?

Are your walls full of dirty handprints?

Does you fridge door have sticky finger prints all over it?

Does your staircase look like it’s got patterned wallpaper with grey smudges when in fact it’s supposed to be white?

Do you keep begging your crotchfruit to wash their hands but the little fuckers just don’t?

Are you ashamed when the sun comes out and you see what damage the little darlings have done to your once pristine home?

Window! Are your windows covered in partial palm prints? How would the police get forensic evidence if some poor deluded fucker broke into your house to steal your shit telly and a couple of IPads that don’t work because they’ve been dropped?Do you sometimes wonder how your children haven’t contracted some sort of dreadful food poisoning because their hands are so dirty?

Have you ever banged your head repeatedly against the wall whilst crying and muttering

“why me?”

Me too – Hi my name is Totes. I’ve come up with a fantastic solution to your sticky fingered problem. My innovation is going to change your life!

My eureka moment whilst I was cleaning one day.

Kid Gloves come in a variety of sizes and are totally safe for your child to play in. They fasten on securely so you know that the sweaty, greasy and filthy little hands can’t get on your paintwork or high gloss kitchen units.

They may look similar to rubber gloves with elastic bands to hold them on but they have been manufactured to the highest of standards in China. They are hypoallergenic and totally safe for your small child unless they have an allergic reaction to rubber!

Have you got a glass table? Fear not, and think of the money that you will save on Mr Muscle glass cleaner.

This advertisement was brought to you by one of the designers of the “Toddler straightjacket” which is also a must have for all families with young children!
The other designer is currently serving a short custodial sentence in Styal Prison.

Kid Gloves are just £9.99 plus postage and packing of £3.50. You can have them personalised with your little darlings names for just £5 extra.

It’s Thirsty Thursday. I will be drinking a toast to my revolutionary design this evening.

Chin chin, up yer bum Mofos!


Fuck me, the last few weeks outfits look like a rainbow!

Fuck me, the last few weeks outfits look like a rainbow! I don’t like to blend in to the background – that’s too boring!

I’m only forty five. I can wear safe, tasteful stuff when I’ve gown up…

That’ll be when I’m in the cheap nursing home because I’ve squandered all my money on clothes and gin.

It’s mainly high street stuff from the sales with a bit of Zara and Warehouse thrown in and tons of Rew.

Rew is a great little independent British label designed by Rachel Medicott. They make limited editions of coats, scarves, jumpsuits, tops and dresses. The really good thing about them is that they fit most people. They fit you regardless of if you’ve eaten a bit too much cake and drunk too much wine.

The other great thing is that you aren’t overly likely to bump into anyone wearing the same thing unless we have a Fashion Forward Bitch convention or you come to a party at Totes Towers.

Anybody can rock a scarf, especially me!

Keeping it in the family, Rachel’s daughter has a great accessories Website

I do have a discount code, if you wish to peruse the Rew website.

As a one off – 15% off for first time customers with FFB or if you’ve already bought from them you can use FFBJU10 for June.



Things that Mummy’s teach

Things that Mummy’s teach

Good manners
The value of walking to school
Oral hygiene
Personal hygiene
To consider other people’s feelings
To always try your best
To always tell the truth
Not to piss on the floor
To make your bed
To always wipe your willy or fairy
To do your homework as soon as you get it
Not to play football in the house

Things that daddy’s teach

Heating up takeaway pizza in the microwave for breakfast and how to piss standing up.

I’m at a very low ebb

I’m at a very low ebb after a fraught drive to and from Huddersfield with two boys who were intent on kicking the living shit out of each other over the coloured car game.

I told them before the game commenced that the judges word was final and that they couldn’t change colour.

I tell you what though, I wouldn’t touch Adam with a barge pole.

Top Rew
Skirt Zara ages ago
Shoes Zara ages ago
Necklace – ItWasFrom

Tuesday morning drama…

Tuesday morning drama…

I have just put the “specialist dry clean only” 100% polyester sofa covers in the washing machine.

I am beside myself with the dread of what will come out. I’m guessing that my main problem is going to be that they come out looking more like the sofa covers for a Sylvanian family of rabbits.

The playroom that is now used for gaming had started to smell of sweaty little boys. I had tried Frebreeze, who am I kidding…there was a bottle of Frebreeze on the window sill that I sprayed at the sofa every time that I wandered in there and gagged.

The sofa had zip off covers and so I naturally assumed that they could be washed until I read the instructions that said “do not machine wash under any circumstances.

If you hear screaming coming from Timperley in about one hour, you know what’s happened…

Stay tuned for more domestic top tips on how to fuck up your house!

Have you ever tried helping a very tired six year old with their homework?

Have you ever tried helping a very tired six year old with their homework?

What about helping a tired and tearful six year old to do their homework whilst helping an eight year old with fractions and packing a case for a three day residential trip for a ten year old who wants to take the smelliest oldest skank trainers that she owns which you suspect are too small for her anyway?

Have you ever tried suggesting that a ten year old girl could perhaps think about taking the Converse and the Vans that are both far nicer than the smelly filthy ones that she wants to take with her?

Now, add in two loads of washing and having ironed for three hours after walking in from one and a half hours walking around a park, pretending to watch the eight year old play football with a Pug, followed by a nine year olds birthday party in Manchester.

It’s not that bad is it? I mean, it wouldn’t kill you…would it?

Now it’s 7.15 and the ten year old informs you that she also needs a packed lunch for tomorrow. You’ve got three hours of ironing to put away and you need to pop out to get travel sickness pills…

A fight on the trampoline, fucking Brazil on the telly and now Dangerous isn’t speaking to me.

Oscar also isn’t speaking to me and Bella isn’t speaking to me.

“So Zoran’s dad works on his computer and his favourite food is lasagne!”

“Look at the columns. They tell you what Zoran’s fucking dad does!”



I’m now considering running away from home. Whilst I’m out, I could get the disposable paper bags for the packed lunch, the specified eight quid pocket money and the travel sickness tablets.

Maybe tomorrow, I’m too tired now.