Some of you may be aware of the #30dayswild challenge run by the UK Wildlife Trust throughout June. Some of you may have seen the gorgeous magazine-worthy blog and Instagram posts recording the "Random Acts of Wildness" that over 49,000 people, including me, have signed up to commit... here's ours. So, we're home educating. We are … Continue reading #30dayswild – here’s how we’re doing!
Written for World Autism Awareness Week: this is my equivalent of the shaved head, raffle or sponsored slim. If it touches you at all, please click here to make a donation to the National Autistic Society or at least, share as widely as you can so we can hopefully tap into some rich people... Pause Accidents will happen (even in … Continue reading Pause: an alphabetical proverbial poem about adulting and parenting
Due to a combination of severe technical and emotional issues, I have reverted to blogging here at Dirty, Naked and Happy. WELL it's not a true midlife crisis without some completely contradictory and fickle behaviour IS IT? Tried to go high heels and realised I'm better off in my old trackies, eh? What. Evuh. Let's all pretend the … Continue reading Forgive us (me) this day our daily bread
It seems to be a 'thing' in the blogging community to do a "Year In Review" post and so as 2016 draws to a close, I've been thinking about this blog and what I've achieved, enjoyed, learned, yadda, blah, yadda... and there's no escaping that, for me, it has run its course. Once upon a time I … Continue reading Happy and out…
Yesterday was my forty-third birthday. It was nice. Did family, did the cinema, did food... I drank enough cocktails to give me such eruptions of acid indigestion that I was blowing it out of my nose like boogers of fire plus sufficient daft dutch courage to 'indefinitely borrow' the cool cup they were served in... Oh, and I … Continue reading Forty Three, Facebook Free
I suppose I write because I don't go out boozing, ranting and dancing so much any more. It feels like a release. The best way to manage the racing thoughts and incessant conversations I have with myself in my head, to feel slightly less bonkers, as it is (perhaps?) a more legitimate, useful outlet than talking … Continue reading I write because…
A woman on the other side of the world who I don't know has just had confirmation that she is dying and my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I had to hide in the bathroom, press my face on the cold tiles and fight back tears. I don't even know why I … Continue reading The Power of Words