The 52 Week Project: Week 2

January 15, 2012 By in Harpenden, Photography Tags: , , , , , , , , 6 Comments

I am so pleased! I have found some graffiti in Harpenden!

I don’t know what it says about me that I’ve been missing the scuzzy old painted walls and the illegible tags of Edinburgh, but I have. I don’t feel like I’ve got to the soul of a place until I’ve seen what its street artists and discontented youth are inclined to scribble across its blank surfaces.

So when I was wandering into town this week and my eye was caught by some black text stencilled on the wall of the wine store, I was thrilled. I ambled up for a closer look. And it was this:
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Reasons to be Cheerful

January 13, 2012 By in Activism, Family Tags: , , , , , , , 5 Comments

Smiley Acid Face

Lovely Michelle over at Mummy from the Heart is hosting a Reasons to be Cheerful linky this week; and as it’s a while since I’ve taken part it one – not to mention that it’s been a while since I’ve done a simple, straightforward feel good post – I thought I’d join in.
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PND: My Story

January 12, 2012 By in Family Tags: , , , , , , , , 35 Comments

I don’t know what’s come over me. I seem to be in a confessional mood.

Not content with sharing the details of my birth experience last week, I’m now going to post about postnatal depression too. I probably wouldn’t have done this without the prompt of the mental health blog carnival that is being hosted by the magnificent Ellen Arnison from In a Bun Dance. I would encourage you all to pop over there next week to read what other bloggers have to say.

This is going to be a long post, so bear with me. The benefit of waiting three years is that I will (hopefully) write about it more coherently than I could have done at the time.
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A Hole in my Jeans

January 11, 2012 By in Family Tags: , , , 11 Comments

I got a hole in my jeans last night.. The cause was nothing dramatic; just too much time spent crawling around on the floor helping DorkySon build traffic jams. So my beloved pair of Levis now has a big rip across the left knee.

This is not a good thing. Holes in your clothes are never a good thing, but this is a particularly not-good thing because they were my last remaining pair of unripped trousers, so now I have to go clothes shopping. And I hate clothes shopping.
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