Flowery's girl

STOP! Do not read any further if you have not already watched the finale of Lost as if you haven't, I am about to ruin it for you. I am just disgusted at the last episode ever of a show that I loved so much. It is the equivalent to being in a wonderful marriage for the last six years only to discovered that your husband is a lying cheating bastard who you never really knew anyway. Now I understand why all recent interviews with JJ Abrahams and co. are full of phrases like "Not all questions are going to be answered" and "We have tried to be true to the characters but unfortunately we won't be able to please everyone" and "Of course there will be always be some people who will be disappointed". What a load of cr*p!!! Sorry Mr. Abrahams but what a cop out. It is now so clear that you and your writers never had an idea where this story was going and it was simply made up as you went along. Those of us who expected to be rewarded with answers (many, m...

My daughter is addicted to sugar and I know that I am to blame. After all, I put on four and a half stone while I was expecting her due to my own sugar addiction so how could she not crave the white stuff after swimming in chocolate flavoured amniotic fluid for nine whole months. However, it is definitely getting out of hand. The other day I took herself and Andrew to the local indoor playground so that I could sit and relax and let a few slides and a pit full of balls entertain them for a couple of hours. The children also get a free lunch in this place of either toast and scrambled eggs or toast and sausages so I don't even have to cook lunch when I go home. It's win,win! However, the toast is made out of white bread and as we only have brown bread at home (due to my own eternal struggles to keep my weight below ten stone), Charlotte literally begins to drool the moment we enter the door and starts to shriek "Toast, toast, toast" until it is brought over to her wher...

My fellow blogger (and one of two people who inspired me to write my blog in the first place) nominated me yesterday for a gratitude award. Basically how it works is that I have to list five things that I am grateful for and then pass on the award to five more people who then write what they are grateful for (Is that right Susan? Have I got it?). Well of course the first things that come to mind that I am eternally grateful for are my kids, my hubby, my parents and family, my home and the fact that my husband is employed but then I thought - nah! Too obvious. Isn't that what every single person in the world (who are lucky enough to have those things) is grateful for? So I've decided to take that previous list that I've mentioned as a given and think of five more slightly unusual things in my life that I get down on my knees and thank the fluffy clouds in the sky for every day. No. 1 I am so grateful that I didn't get married to some gobsh*te in my late teens/early twen...

There must be a million books on how to discipline toddlers and I must have read them all. Taming toddlers; The toddler years; When loving your children isn't enough (that one is hilarious - if you fancy a good laugh at bedtime then get this one, I insist!); 1,2,3 magic; Adventures in discipline.... the list goes on. And it's not because my children are uncontrollable brats (far from it in my completely unbiased opinion). It's just that I see how so many of my generation blame their parents for all of their life failings and I am terrified that my children will do exactly the same thing to me so I read every single method of discipline technique on the market and because they all completely contradict each other, I end up using my own techniques which I am fairly sure are causing untold amounts of mental scaring to my two little darlings but I have no idea what the right thing to do is. Take the current current form of discipline which I employ to encourage my children to b...

I am still conducting my secret life as a mystery shopper and while it continues to deliver that enormous sense of power and importance that I so crave in my life, I am coming to the conclusion that I am looking more and more like a fool every day and I am starting to wonder if it is all worth it. (For anyone who has not read my previous blogs: Mystery shopping is where I pose as a customer in a bank or shop and then come home and fill in a form for a mystery shopping agency that assesses how the staff preformed. Companies use mystery shoppers as a sort of way to spy on their staff and while the staff in most of these places know that mystery shoppers exist, they are not aware at the time while dealing with me, that I am one). Take my latest assignment which was at a local opticians. My task was to go in and have an eye test and then to purchase a pair of glasses and assess how the staff member helped me choose my frames. The only snag was that when this assignment was advertised, one...