Conversations with my girl – Sunday baptisms


We’re all in the car driving out of the church car park and heading to a large conference centre for some baptisms that were planned after the service. As the baptisms were taking place in a swimming pool the church planned a family fun day at the same time so that the children could all go swimming too.

“I so excited to go swimming in the special swimming pool, Mummy.”
“I know you are, Darling. You haven’t stopped talking about it all day!” I give my husband a sideways look. We both laugh.
“Although, Sweetheart, you won’t be able to go swimming straight away.”
“Because there are some people that are going to be baptised…er…” I struggle to work out how to explain baptisms to a four year old so my husband interjects.
“There are some people who are going to get in the swimming pool first because they want to tell Jesus and everybody else that they love Him so much and are really thankful that He loves them too.” Gosh, I’m grateful for his straight forward way of explaining things!
“Oh.” She says. “Mummy?”
“When I a grown nut I want to be bap…… er?”
“Do you mean baptised?”
At this point we’re feeling so emotional that she would want to make such a public declaration like that.
“Oh Darling that’s lovely. Why do you want to be baptised?”
“Because then I get to go swimming first!”
Can’t stop laughing! 😀


Conversations with my girl – Father’s Day


“Mummy, why it’s Father’s Day?”
“Well, do you remember that day when we went to the restaurant for lunch, then went to feed the ducks and you gave me a special card and yummy breakfast in bed?”
“Well, that was Mother’s Day, or Mummy’s special day and now it’s Daddy’s turn.”
“Yes, Darling.”
She smiles and grabs my arm to bring me closer.
“You’re the best mummy the whole entire word and I love you such a lot!”
Oh! My heart is melting! :’)

What my four year old daughter REALLY thinks of me…


1.What is something Mummy always says to you? – Be kind and listen and play.

  1. What makes Mummy happy? – play time, tea time and bath time
  2. What makes Mummy sad? – Not going for a bath, or tea time (eating tea) or go to bed (I think she means when she doesn’t do those things.)
  3. How does Mummy make you laugh? – Being silly
  4. What was Mummy like as a child? – a Silly Billy
  5. How old is mummy? – 35
  6. How tall is mummy? –  (Puts her hand on my head – I’m sitting down)

8.What is Mummy’s favourite thing to do? – Be pretty.

  1. What does Mummy do when you’re not here? – nothing (!!!!!) (WHAT THE…..???!!) emphasis mine
  2. If Mummy becomes famous what will it be for? – Being good.
  3. What is Mummy really good at? – computering
  4. What is Mummy not very good at? – Not playing
  5. What is Mummy’s job? – washing up
  6. What makes you proud of Mummy? – being really really happy
  7. What is Mummy’s favourite food? – Spaghetti
  8. What do you and Mummy do together? – Write together
  9. How are you and Mummy the same? – Long hair
  10. If Mummy was a cartoon character who would she be? – Kate from ‘Kate and Mimim’
  11. How are you and Mummy different? – Eyes don’t match
  12. How do you know Mummy loves you? – happy and smile and kisses
  13. What does Mummy like best about daddy? – being kind and talk to her
  14. Where is Mummy’s favourite place to go? – Church
  15. How old was mummy when she had you? – 24 (Mummy wishes as that would make her currently 28!!)

Why I WILL be voting… and it has nothing to to with allegiance to a political party.

“VOTE MUPPET” the sign reads in my neighbour’s front garden with a cheery picture of Kermit the Frog, “You’re going to get one anyway.” Personally I think the comment is an insult to all muppets everywhere, but that’s not the point I’m wanting to make today.

On Thursday 7th May I will be heading to my local polling station to vote for my choice of political party, however, there are a group of people I have to thank for this privilege.

In the nineteenth century only a small privileged minority of the popuIation were given the right to vote: property owning men, over the age of 21. At this time there was a huge amount of inequality felt by many, not least by well-educated property owning women. They paid their taxes, observed the laws of the land and yet were not allowed to have a say in how the country was run. Many of these women had men that worked for them that were allowed to vote and yet they were not. By the late nineteenth century many women were beginning to feel the unfairness of the lack of political equality they had with men. The National Union of Women’s Suffrage Societies was formed in 1897 and was lead by Millicent Garret Fawcett. Fawcett and the NUWSS adopted a peaceful and non-confrontational approach to reaching their goal of women receiving the same political rights as men. They believed they could succeed through argument and education. They tried to raise their profile peacefully with posters, leaflets, calendars and public meetings.

Yet, the progress of the NUWSS was slow and many women felt angry by this. In 1903 the Women’s Social and Political Union was formed by Emmeline Pankhurst. These women were prepared to take a more forceful approach to achieving their goal. They heckled politicians, held marches, members chained themselves to railings, attacked policemen, broke windows, slashed paintings, set fire to buildings, threw bombs and went on hunger strike when they were sent to prison. One very famous suffragette, Emily Wilding Davison threw herself in front of the king’s horse during the Derby, which was believed at the time to be an action of martyrdom to the cause. Whilst the NUWSS was against the violent approach of the WSPU it was certainly proving to be a more effective way in getting their voice heard and some would say they were even driven to it.

In 1918 The Representation of People Act was passed which allowed all property owning women over the age of thirty the right to vote. This was a huge accomplishment. The government said it was a way of rewarding the women for all they achieved in supporting the war effort during WW1, however, this reward is unlikely to have happened without all the protest by the suffragettes prior to the war. Full equality regarding suffrage was given ten years later in 1928 with the Equal Franchise Act.

It doesn’t feel right to say that I’m proud of what these women did to achieve votes for women. I’m not proud of violence, attacks and vandalism; but, I wonder how long it would have taken to get the change they did if they had continued acting peacefully in their protest. I believe they wouldn’t have done what they did unless they felt it was the only way of getting their voice heard.

So, on Thursday May 7th I will be voting. It doesn’t actually matter WHO I’m voting for. What matters is that I vote: for Millicent Garret Fawcett, Emmeline Pankhurst, Emily Wilding Davison and all the many, many other women who campaigned, protested, were imprisoned, went on hunger strikes and were beaten just so that I could exercise my right to vote and have a say in how our country is run. To them, thank you.


What WAS I thinking?!?

1430507872716.14I love the idea of going on holiday…

I get excited when booking the holiday….

In the months and weeks leading up to our holiday I day dream about how relaxing, fun and special our holiday will be…

Then the day arrives when I have to PACK for the whole family….

That’s when I think to myself, what WAS I thinking?!? :/


‘It can wait…’ a piece of flash fiction by Heather Scott

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Lancaster. Middle of February. Miserable winter weather. Hattie Brown at home on a Wednesday evening, slumped on a cream, sagging sofa with felt tip marks scribbled on the arm rest and what she hoped was chocolate smeared into the upholstery. She stared past her ghastly neon pink ‘Mum in a Million’ slippers towards the end of the room, towards a full-on view of the small oak sideboard covered in inch thick dust, imprinted with tiny hand prints, and placed on it, a large flat screen television, smeared in something Hattie didn’t care to think about. To one side, under the huge bay window, an oak coffee table, hidden under a mound of Play Mobil characters, CBeebies magazines, several half-finished sippy cups of milk steadily turning into cottage cheese and a styling head doll covered in slimy play make up. Below it, the floor. Now, where was it? She hadn’t seen it for weeks. It was littered with tiny sequined shoes, a pink leotard, purple fairy wings, a wand looking worse for ware and piles and piles and piles of unopened mail, magazines, notebooks and to do lists. Yes, many to do lists. The fireplace, once a source of immense pride and beauty with its dazzling granite hearth, and polished oak surround, now yet another dust collector. The hearth, no longer gleaming but dirtied by heavy rain and hailstones tumbling through the filthy chimney like tiny pebbles dancing through a rain stick. And Hattie, hand deep down in the recesses of the sofa. The remote control, buried amongst crumbs, loose change, glittery hair clips and… something else… maybe a banana skin? Hattie wasn’t sure. With a huge sigh, she pulled the remote control out of it’s burial ground, pointed it in the optimum direction and switched the television on.



Little Girl Talk: Kenniscoots

20141204_192508Splashing and playing in the bath…

Little Girl: Daddy, I need kenniscoots!

Daddy: You need what, Darling?!

Little Girl: Kenniscoots! You know…. (she thinks for a few seconds) kenniscoots!

Daddy: I have no idea what you mean, Sweetheart! Where would you find kenniscoots?

Little Girl: Erm….. in a boat!

Daddy: Do you mean a life jacket? Or a sail?

Little Girl: NO!!!! KENNISCOOTS!!!! (As if Daddy is completely stupid!)

She starts splashing her hands at her sides forward and back.

Little Girl: KENNISCOOTS!!

Daddy: Oh! Do you mean oars?!

Little Girl: Yes!!! That’s what I said! Oars!!