ABOUT ME

Aspirational overachiever, Gen X mum to two tiny beating hearts (12 and 13) and to one that stopped. I'm a hybrid of nationalities, British Belgian with a fierce marbling of Welsh, living in Hanoi with my partner, 2 children and 2 pandemic pups rescued through Facebook.

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Following an unfortunate side effect of surgery to repair my middle-aged  'doon below' (3 babies takes its toll), I found myself alone in my parents house on the Isle of Bute for 6 weeks, September 2022.

Charlie and the kids had had to leave for Vietnam without me to start the school year and since both he and I are Elementary School teachers, there was no question that his class of 21 seven year olds, as well as my own, should start their first post Covid year without their teacher. I waved them off, cursed the blood clot in my Pouch of Douglas (more of that later) and sobbed as the porpoise flanked ferry cut its way through the Kyles back to the mainland.  In their absence I began to write. What did I want my children to learn about life? Would they listen? If I managed to make them laugh at my #cringemom anecdotes and observations would any little gems sink in? 

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This is meant to be a memoir-leaning lifestyle blog to offer advice to my teenage children. But as my searingly honest mother pointed out. It's not even relevant. I don't even have Snapchat for God's sake. How would I expect them to read it?

So then I thought about you. My friends. My friends of friends. We're in this together and it's hard sometimes. I'm inviting you to laugh with me. Grab yourself a ginger nut and a cuppa and take 5 minutes to sit alongside me. I like a chat and I've got a few stories. 

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Jen

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