Mummy at the School Gate

I honestly don’t know how it happened.  One day I was wearing a g-string, planning my underwear,  waxing my bits, checking the view from the back...then BAM...the next time I looked my undie drawer was full of mahoosive knickers!  Could I find a thong or a sexy ensemble amongst the detritus that used to be a part of me? When did I go from sexy lady to frumpy, lumpy Mum? When did I decide that it was OK to forgo the pretty knickers?  I think the reason I'd noticed then and hadn't noticed before was that I'd look for the most comfortable I could find.  You see, the worst thing happened. It's not easy to say, but it's true.   I just got fat.   Hmmm...I don't know how that happened either. Little knickers started to cut into my thighs. Little knickers rolled down. I couldn't see the tops with the new muffin top I'd acquired and Little knickers didn't cover my bum any more. So, I started to buy Big knickers. Stretchy ones. Black. I started off wi

This is going to sound contentious. It isn't, but in all honestly I just don't get it.  Let me start by saying I'm all for sustainability, green and recycling stuff but what I saw last week was beyond the pale. Cycling is not the same as recycling. I can see how it helps the environment to a certain extent, but breathing all those fumes is not helping the human race.  Don't get me wrong. I love a bike. I finally bought my Pashley Princess from a lady on eBay. She'd bought it so that she could ride up to the City to her job. She'd done it for a month, but felt it was far too dangerous especially since she'd become a mother, she'd fallen off when another cyclist cut her up and she lost her front tooth.  She now takes an Uber.   I pop up to the shops when I can't get the car out or I fancy a ride around the block...for pleasure. I ride on the pavement. Slowly. The potholes round my way are seriously massive. If I lived in London, I'd often th