Making the choice to look after my husband is as strong a feminist move as any bra burning shenanigans – it takes a strong woman to exercise that choice power when going against the grain.
I never had Yorkshire pride til I moved away to Manchester but, as it turns out, I love my hometown of Goole… Now that I don’t live there!
June has been too fat for public use & too childish to pass a good dog by. So this month I have mostly been…
Being apart from each other whether for his wrestling or for my “social” life is sometimes the worst but times like these really are the best of wag times.
I’ve whipped up a list of people, products & places that have brought joy into my wag life this month. So this May I have mostly been…
What happens after the vows goes one of two ways; you immerse yourself in the adulting of updating your marital status everywhere or walk hand in hand into happiness & that holiday.
I thought I was good at buying gifts but I’ve massively been put to shame; my quirky, sentimental wife presents have been trumped by handmade fan presents.