I love boiled eggs all year round but especially on Christmas morning following family tradition, so here's a playful poem showing my love for my little Egg cups!!

Writers block soothed by thoughts/ dreams of living alongside my father in Thailand whom I miss very much.

After being spat out the back end of 2015 I'm carefully piecing back the pieces of my  life.

In May, I became a single mother to my then 6 month old son, 2 months later i was given notice by my landlord and following that my whole world came tumbling down.

The past 7 months have been testing to say the least, I was pushed beneath my depths and despite trying to soldier through, I was swallowed whole by the realms of depression.  I truly believed the best option for everybody was for me to no longer be here.

I'm pleased to say after therapy,  medication,  and a lot of support from my mother I am on the way out. I'm not fixed, nor is my life but I now understand I won't always be broken.

My son was honestly the only thing that kept me going.  And i will do everything in my power to do and give my very best for him always. Moving home in 5 days. New year, new beginnings.

Written for my Nan and Grandad - a little slow upoading after xmas :)

I'm not condemning nor condoning anyone's Race, Religion, ****** orientation nor Country you come from. All I am saying is, while we're here...can't we just get along?

I wrote this two years ago when I was training for a half marathon, it was a huge struggle mentally and a massive test... dedication, motivation and positivity kept me focused  (with a bit of hard work added in for good measure)

I raised £1850 for a charity in Australia called 'The Bushwalkers Wilderness Rescue Squad' who had a huge involvement in the search for a much missed friend.

I found out one week after running the race I was pregnant.

To judge another is such a difficult subject, for me to tell you not to judge - would I then be judging you for doing so?