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Saturday, 17 June 2017

How tragic events of late are changing me

Sometimes it’s so easy to exist in this little bubble of loveliness that we create for ourselves, completely oblivious to the world around us.

But, in recent times, whether you live on a remote island or in the heart of the city, it’s hard to miss some of the life changing and terrible things that have been going on.

I’m not even talking of the atrocities of Syria or Middle Africa - these images and news stories in particular, more horrific than ever. What I’m talking about is the stories closer to home.

Tragic events unfolding in London and Manchester. Stories which now, on a regular basis, make us hold our children that bit closer at night and remember to tell them more than ever, how much we love them.

Attacks happening left, right and centre on people, innocent people, who did nothing more than to just try and co-exist on this odd little planet of ours.

And worse still - attacks on young ones. Mindless violence that makes your stomach feel like it could escape through your mouth, while you dissolve into an endless torrent of disbelief and sadness.

Amidst all this, it’s had me wondering, why on earth do some still fail to drag their heads out of their own arses and start putting others first?

Why is it so hard to understand that our actions impact the thoughts, feelings and behaviour of others?

From the smile at a stranger on the street to the helping hand, or the friendly compliment, moment of chivalry at a road junction, or act of charity, given with the aim of bringing light to the lives of people who are wondering where it’s gone.

I’m not going to bang on much more about being nice, because, while I think that it’s in us all, some just forget they have it (or conveniently forget).  But you know me, I always try to find the positive.

And, what I will say, is that among all this I see moments of beauty, kindness, love and light. People changing the lives of others, simply for the sake of helping those less fortunate than themselves.

It’s that which gives me hope. That which makes me believe we can fight this scourge of evil. Not through hatred, but by carrying on regardless, like our grandparents and great grandparents did before us.

By believing in what we stand for, by setting the best examples and showing the world that no matter how dark things get, our spirit and resolve will never be weakened.

Live life, love and be happy. Bring this light to others, be enlightened and fulfilled.

Stop trying to be something you aren’t, allowing others to shape the way you think and act - and let yourself be happy in who you are. Kill anger and hate with kindness, positive action and thoughtfulness – it works loads more, I promise.


Friday, 17 February 2017

Why I’m still loving this baby blanket six years on…

When I first became a mum I was clueless. Not just the ‘never done it before’ clueless, but the ‘didn’t even realise babies needed to sleep a lot and only drank milk’ clueless. And they didn’t come with an instruction manual either. 

As I write, I’m actually wondering right now how, with sleep deprivation added to the rabbit in the headlights type bewilderment, that my baby managed to stay in the land of the living, but somehow we got through it together. (Tougher than you think, these babies, clearly!)

When my first born came along, the poor little thing was blighted with a milk allergy and eczema, something which I had kindly passed on to him, being asthmatic and prone to allergies myself. I found out at the time it was called atopy.

Sadly in the months leading up to the medical professionals discovering his allergies, it led to nasty patches of eczema all over his body which would weep and bleed, leaving a very unhappy and uncomfortable baby. (Little did I know at the time that the milk allergy was causing him pain on the inside, as well as the horrible eczema that I could see). Totally distressing for everyone concerned.

Anyway, in among the total life change and getting used to having a little person to keep alive, I was overwhelmed by the kindness of friends and family, who provided me with gifts that I could really use. We’re talking babygros, vests and blankets, muslin squares and bibs – all of the kind of things that a new mum really needs.

And one gift which stuck out in particular was a pot of organic nappy cream and a beautiful bamboo baby blanket from Natures Purest.
This is a company which prides itself on producing a range of baby accessories, clothes and toys which are completely chemical free, so that parents can be sure they will be kindest to a newborn’s skin. The organic nature of the products make them perfect for children who are prone to allergies.

In the past I always believed that organic cotton would be scratchy and uncomfortable, due to the absence of the softeners and other chemicals. However, I was really surprised. Not only could I use this breathable cotton blanket to keep my baby warm while he slept, in the knowledge that his skin wouldn’t react to the material, but it was and still is luxuriously soft too.

In doing their extra bit for the environment, the attractive box that the silky smooth blanket came in was made from recycled card, which was finished with a pretty hand tied bow.

I still have the blanket six years on, despite most of my baby stuff having hit the loft for posterity or made a trip to the charity shops. This is something I really don’t want to part with, even after all this time and it still makes a nice snuggly blanket for when my poorly boys are having a day off on the sofa.

If you’re looking for a gift to give parents of a new baby, then this squares bamboo greeting blanket is really worth a look. Find out more at