2021 - The blog with no name

 Things I am going to try not to talk about Being a vegan  Yorkshire puddings My weight My job My views on mumming, smug mums, yummy mums or other types Being a member of clubs that rhyme with Wlimming Sworld Anything that involves berating my long suffering husband DISCLAIMER - All of the above is a lie - I just wanted to lull you into a false sense of security... For those of you foolish enough to actually read anything I write in my addled state (see I drank a 1/5th of Vodka dare me to drive?) We went to a birthday party today - yes another bloody one. Now I did learn from the last one in that I accidently on purpose didn't tell the small person until today at the very last minute - once again party time falls in nap time - but hey 2 hours of peace sleeping / napping or bonding with kids = two hours of peace either way. Husbeast and I have an agreement - I'll go to the bloody parties and fake enthusiam so long as he agrees to drive us so we arrive late and accidently pick u...

 Well, here we are again, probably need some disclaimers so hold fire while I make some up... 1) I am a vegan and there is a strict vegan code that says I have to tell you about it every 5 minutes in case you have forgotten - yes I know it's annoying and repetitive but being a vegan (for the first 18 months possibly more) is like the first time you find a new food thing that you are obsessed with - Like the first time I found bacon bits was a thing at the Harvester (other food outlets are available) I had to have bacon bits on everything and tell everyone else about them at every opportunity - my friends, random strangers in the street, in the middle of professional meetings, whenever anyone was eating anything without bacon bits... well you get the picture.  It's no different to when Madam C found out she could click her fingers (something else she doesn't get from me) and she must show us 7 bazillion times a day even though we just bloody saw it and made appropriate proud...