So let’s talk Center Parcs. Here’s the thing – I had a great time. There’s no denying it BUT I had a great time because I was there with our mates and kids to celebrate a 40th. We laughed, we drank, we played games, we swam and we rode bikes. We also paid a lot of money to be there and, when all is said and done, I reckon I can think of a million things I’d rather have thrown cash at…like a colonic irrigation while drinking bin juice through a donkey’s foreskin. Continue reading


We’ve only gone and done it. You know those hotels? The ones we’ve spent our entire adult life avoiding? The hotels packaged up with charter flights and transfer coaches all wrapped up in a kids club bow with nightly entertainment (God help us)? Yep, well we’ve just thrown our hard earned cash at one of those happy, jolly, Butlins-in-the-sun, type places and, you know what, I couldn’t be more excited. Continue reading


Today I’m travelling on my own. I am without my husband. I am without my Small. This is a liberating experience. I’ve achieved an enormous amount and done it fuelled by a couple of glasses of prosecco as I travel on an overcrowded Virgin train to Windermere. Across the aisle is a dad with a boy of about a year and while I’m high-fiving my child-free self every time I look at them, I’m also desperate to shout, ‘Is there anything I can do to help?’ Continue reading