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The ‘Perception’ of Bloggers / Vloggers

January 16, 2018

Today was rather eventful in the blogging/vlogging world. All day I was seeing posts and tweets that I knew must have been about something, I just didn’t know what, and then I stumbled across this Facebook postΒ from an actual hotel’s business page: I almost linked directly to the post, but decided I couldn’t bare to give him any more traffic so have taken the page name out. Oh, and all of the promotional links he shoved in there too. Sorry,…

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parenting

How To Always Be On Time When You Have Kids

January 15, 2018

If there is one thing I am known for amongst my group of friends, it is my excellent time keeping skills. People usually applaud me for always turning up 5 minutes early, prepared for the day, with Oscar by my side in pristine condition. He always has his jacket and shoes on, and I always have a pre-made snack ready for whenever he decides he is hungry. There is never a panic, and I also never forget anything. HAHA. Control…

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Postpartum Bodies & Stretch Marks

January 10, 2018

It’s been almost 2 years since I gave birth for the first time. Nearly 24 months of me looking in the mirror, accepting that is just what I have to live with now, and getting on with it. When I re-read my old post about stretch marks, I felt so disheartened. I am definitely not proud of it when I look back, although I was quite sick of seeing people telling you how much you should love them, and I…

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travel

5 Places I Would Love To Visit Without Kids

January 9, 2018

Since having kids, I will be honest, going on holiday has not been a major priority for us. Me and Anthony spend most evenings discussing where we would love to go, but we’ve never had the balls to actually save up and purchase a holiday. The thought of going on holiday with young children makes my toes curl, and I am not sure if I am anywhere near brave enough… not for a few years anyway. We actually realised recently…

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