Talking Frankly is about everything from housework to human rights. It is a mixture of observation, commentary and opinions.
It also contains a lot of profanity along with the humanity. And please don’t steal my work. Somebody invariably dobs you in and it gets messy.
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Crosspatch and Crankypants
I am what is known in the business as 'hot headed'. When I'm cross I shout. If I'm really cross I shout and tears come out of my eyes and I shake. It's like all the crossness has to ooze out of me to accompany the noise.When my husband is cross, he...
We hearted Woodford
This year, with Christmas still clinging gently to our heels we packed up the four of us into two backpacks, two day packs, a tent bag, a satchel and two small people sized owl bags and caught the plane north. Destination: Woodford Folk Festival.festival armbands...
If you believe….
I have a young nephew who embraces small obsessions at various points of his life with all the fervour of the newly converted and soon to die. And his mind works in peculiar ways - he's a big thinker, spends a lot of time on the details but on occasion thinks so...
A priceless present. A positive post by a positive person.
Today's post is a guest blog by Natalie Wills, a UK based friend who is passionate about life to the point where sometimes I think she is in danger of being permanently positive. Big on love and empowerment she can be professional introduced as a Publishing...
An open letter to Scott Morrison
Dear Mr MorrisonI'd like to congratulate you on the absolutely cracking code of conduct that you have introduced for asylum seekers this month. But I don't think you've gone far enough. I think that code of conduct should be introduced more widely across...
Open your heart dear ordinary ones
On Universal Children's Day I attended a fascinating forum on the changing face of fostering in Australia. It is a subject that interests me generally, I know people in the past who have fostered and I know people now who are considering doing it. I have...
Crafting excellence for small people. Quickly.
It has to be said, somewhat immodestly, that Playschool has never been the same since it forgot to employ me.Not that I have ever applied. And I can't sing. But when it comes to CRAFT. I'm the bomb.Only when I feel like it though. I don't normally have the...
The best wee you ever did see
Today, on the first day of summer, I have the enormous privilege of guesting posting for the divine Ms M over at Five Frogs BlogI am talking about the best wee you ever did see. I know. How can you possibly wait any longer. Go visit!!!
The time has come the walrus said….
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Just like yesterday but it was a fairly ordinary Wednesday and so didn't seem so portentous somehow.Today is the day that I stop listening to golfers. And play baseball.Today is the day that I listen to the...
My brain is full
It's official. I've got no more room. I'm full to the brim with a combination of incredibly useful information - like how to pinch an artery in a severed leg and less useful information like the names of all Angelina Jolie's children.a) hard - until the...
My name is Alison & I was diagnosed with PND
Today is the first day of Post-Natal Depression Awareness week. I wrote earlier this year about my experience of PND (I'm a mum in a million said millions of mums) and the discombobulation of feeling so bone achingly sad, out of control and generally overwhelmed...
Happiness and thunderstorms
Somebody left their umbrella outside.Result - awesome pictureI wish I was the kind of writer that could describe accurately how much I love storms - thunder, lightning and rain. When the first thunder signs scrape across the sky and groan in anticipation, it is not...