Last Friday I went on the second worst date I have ever been on.  We both swiped right on Bumble.  He was fairly chatty.  Some of his early questions were a bit deep and direct considering that we’d never met;  he asked me why a partner might want to split up with me.  I found this a curious question, but I answered because I have an aversion to small talk and sometimes you just have to cut to the chase. …

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2018 is going to be my year of SELF.  I like a new year.   For me, a new year is about a fresh start, a clean state and an opportunity to re-set the clock and to shed the weight of last year’s problems, worries and anxieties. That’s not to say that last year’s problems magically disappear at the stroke of midnight on new year’s eve but for some reason the beginning of a new year enables me to look…

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This Christmas will be my second Christmas without my son.  Christmas without your kids can feel very wrong and it never occurred to me that I might one day experience it.  It never occurred to me that I might one day become a single mother.  It occurred to me even less that I might one day learn to appreciate the joy of being a single parent.  My first Christmas a single mum without my son was monumentally tough but I…

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They say things happen in threes don’t they? Cygnet and I were due to go to France last weekend. There is a little town in Northern France that has amazing Christmas lights and we were due to see them.  My Mum had booked a hotel room for the four of us for the night.  Cygnet and I were going to sleep on the mezzanine level of this hotel room and my parents on the floor below. We were both really…

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I have wonderful people in my life; does it matter that I haven’t found The One ? It happens all the time.  By the time we reach our thirties our group of school friends, or university mates is replaced by a husband or a wife.  We move out of the city, where our closest companions have lived in close proximity for the last five years, to the suburbs or to the country.  Our city lives are replaced by suburbia and…

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Our co-parenting arrangements have changed. Cygnet used to spend one day each weekend with me and one day each weekend with his Daddy.  We had been operating this arrangement since we separated when Cygnet was 5 months old.  We have recently switched to alternate weekends whereby Cygnet spends one weekend with me and then the next weekend with his Daddy. Really young children have short memories. When Cygnet was really young it was important to me that our co-parenting arrangements…

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I can finally feel the joy of being a single parent. Becoming a single parent when my son was five months old felt like trekking off alone into the dark wilderness where the wind was biting and howling and I had this precious little baby to protect and to shelter.  I didn’t know whether I could do it.  None of my friends were single parents.  Not all of them were married but all were happily coupled.  On my single parent…

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I’ve been renovating my flat and am super excited about some brightly coloured rubber floor tiles that I have just laid.  Those of you who have been reading this blog for a while will know that I bought my flat from an 86 year old lady nearly two and half years ago.  She moved down to Devon and my son and I moved in.  Unfortunately for all of us when she moved out she couldn’t take her beloved kitchen with…

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I make no bones of the fact that sometimes I would quite like to have a boyfriend. Only sometimes though!  Secret single behaviours are those weird things that people do when they are alone, away from the prying eyes of the public and away from the ears of those who may condemn or criticise. My secret single behaviours include sitting on my own on the sofa eating dark Lindt chocolate and drinking wine in the evening.  I am not sure…

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Every woman has a story, and mine involves a man in a very short pair of running shorts who revealed his penis as he nudged his way past me. #metoo Every woman has a story, and mine involves a stranger in a crowd in Barcelona who shoved his hand down the back of my jeans and tried to insert his finger into my vagina. #metoo Every woman has a story, and mine involves a male work colleague, not a manager…

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