2018; the year I admit to depression

‘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…

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.

Addicted to quit-lit

Dry January has spawned an insatiable thirst not for booze, but for sobriety books.

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,…