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Our world feels unstable at the moment. Brexit. Trump. Backstabbing. Resignations. Scapegoats. Uturns. New Laws. Innocents murdered. Victims villianised. Cognitive dissonance. I can’t keep watching the news and hearing people talk of not being racist then proceeding to find excuses for condoning the murder of a black person by an officer sworn to uphold the…
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At first it seemed ridiculous to believe that people would believe that all of England’s problems were the result of the EU and of course those “terrible immigrants”. We laughed about it in the staff room. The same staff room where for the past year, disgruntled colleagues have viciously blamed and attacked the Head…
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Utter disbelief. The results of the London mayoral elections lulled me into a false sense of security. A belief that the British could not be fooled by racial propaganda or scapegoating. I was fooled by common consensus in social and wider circles and the general sense of bewilderment at the hypothetical nature of the Brexit “political” arguments…and…
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What would you do if you had two homeless people living in your gas cupboard? Stepping outside of my front door this morning, I was greeted by a shiny Maserati sparkling in the early morning light. As I drifted off, wondering which “new Brixton” resident was trying to muscle in on parking this time, the…
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How many times have you had to politely smile, nod your head or feign interest when the village (well meaning friends and family members) comment on your baby’s weight?
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A tantrum in public is a WMD in a toddler’s arsenal in the battle of wills against mummy. The other day My Little Toddler (MLT) and I were meeting friends at the South Bank. What is normally a jovial 15 minute bus ride became an arduous expedition: a groundhog of a journey spent explaining and apologising. MLT was exhausted…
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It seems competition is the only way to get me to take pictures of my food and post them on the net. This time it was the allure of my soup being made in bulk and delivered to my work place (a primary school) on the soup scooter.. oh the mayhem 🙂 ! A simple…
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Music pumping in my ears, feet pounding away on the cross trainer, I gaze up from the flashing dashboard to the row of televisions hanging from the gym ceiling. Ivory poachers in Gabon, a posh gardener in a tight squeeze, the usual random something or nothing on London Live all bid to grab my attention with…
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I was delighted to receive an email today to say that my post The N word had been featured on the YouShare Project. The stories that shape us… The N word is definitely a story that has shaped me. What stories have shaped you? Find many more inspirational and thought provoking stories from across…
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I’m not the best chef in the world. This is no secret. But I have definitely improved since we subscribed to Hello Fresh almost a year ago. Besides saving money, waste and cutting down on Take Aways Tuesdays (…Wednesday’s et al) a quite unexpected benefit has been my husbands willingness to experiment more in the…
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If you were at a gym class and the song being played repeatedly used the N word, would you say something? Walking into my body conditioning class this morning, I was greeted by the N word blaring out of the studio speakers. The class instructor seemed completely oblivious to the word, blonde pony tail swinging…
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Exit the tube station, politely avoid free newspapers and exhausted rat racers, navigate the Shibuyaesque traffic lights, then walk along the side of Morleys department store. The mood changes. It’s a quieter. Quiet enough to hear Rebel playing. Dark enough for the candles to illuminate the graffiti messages adorning the Iman cosmetics posters on the…
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It’s that time of year. But I don’t believe in new year resolutions. I believe in Looking back. It’s that time of year. I am reliving the times of frustration, sadness, overwhelming happiness and achievement over the past 345 days. Looking forward. I start to plan the future and digest the life lessons that I…
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