‘Bubbly’, ‘positive’, ‘a breath of fresh air’ – words that others have used to describe me this month. Scroll through my instagram or twitter feeds (@raggedgeorge) and you’ll see mostly upbeat, go-get-em posts from someone that probably looks to have being a grown-up sussed. By any account, I’m a glass half full person, taking the…
5 things that have pissed me off about sobriety
Whilst giving up alcohol has been an overwhelmingly positive experience, there have been a few niggles along the way…
Speak the truth, even if your voice shakes
I haven’t blogged for a while. It’s not because I haven’t had anything to say – trust me, I’m rarely short of something to say. I guess I just lost my confidence.
Big girls do cry – do you have to sell your soul to be a successful career woman?
I was hooked just from reading the cover note, “All across the world, women are rising to incredible heights of leadership – in their communities, in their careers, and in public office. One of them will become America’s first woman president. This book is for them – and for all women seeking to cast off…
Has your life gone to the dogs? Then get one!
How homing a dog brought unexpected physical and mental health benefits – and lots of love and happiness!
Fifty Shades of Grey: an end to submission.
Why has going grey caused so much interest? Why do women have to keep up the pretence of youth? Why doesn’t society align age with beauty?
Addicted to quit-lit
Dry January has spawned an insatiable thirst not for booze, but for sobriety books.
Having it all – am I deluded?
Is it really possible to ‘have it all’ – challenging career, family life and health?
The Battle for Leviathan – Part 2, the final Chapter
Readers of my blog will likely remember Leviathan (affectionately known as ‘Levi’ and latterly ‘Leaves’), the massive boy lamb that had a battle coming in to the world and was then rejected by his mother. I became mum and bottle-fed and cared for him as he grew in to the most affectionate tame lamb with…
Made up with my makeover – an amazing experience with Boots No7 team
I’m no beauty blogger. In fact, the word ‘beauty’ doesn’t often appear in the same sentence as a description of me. My beauty regime (such as it is) consists of slapping the same make-up on in exactly the same way as I have for the last twenty years. But recently, I’ve started looking after myself a bit…
Arm-deep in sheep; a first-time lamber’s battle for Leviathan
How we laughed when I took delivery of the obstetric gauntlets, castration pliers and half a litre of lube. Various ‘Fifty Shades’ jokes and ‘your husband had better behave’ quips ensued. Whilst I’d bought them, it was on the premise of if I have them, I shan’t need to use them. You see, I am a n(ewe)bie lamber,…
Cruel to be kind? Why I plan to eat and enjoy my home-reared lamb.
This blog might come back to haunt me. You might read it back to me in six months’ time and say ‘told you so’ if I’ve then become vegetarian. But, notwithstanding the potential for egg on face, I need to get it off my chest. I LOVE meat. I was once described by a colleague…
