Other Blogs- of all shapes and sizes.

Other Blogs- of all shapes and sizes.

As parenthood blogs go, The Part-time Working Mummy is right at the top of the list for ones to regularly follow. She has a way of captivating her audience and drawing your attention in, no matter the subject; from bird watching to daytime disasters. She regularly shares content posted onto her Facebook page from other parents in the same boat, who all have hilarious and sympathetic stories to tell. She’s a mother to 3 girls and stepmother to 2 boys, all of which are the reasoning behind her blog and her social media sites, which fill the world with fantastically witty anecdotes and parenting sins and revelations.

Credit: Part Time Working Mummy facebook page.

There are many parenting blogs out there, however her’s stands out- she’s gone viral a few times for vulnerable individuals coming to her for support, to share their stories in a safe environment. Her style is unique, whatever you read will leave you in tears (laughter or sadness), but she does a fantastic job of engaging with her readership with (currently) 237,036 followers on Facebook alone, she connects with people on many different emotional levels.

Credit: Part Time Working Mummy facebook page


Her book is in the best seller list and features her best parenting woes and wins from her blog, It’s raised awareness and has made previously taboo subjects acceptable to talk about; miscarriage, abuse, financial struggles or just general life issues. She uses heartfelt images, regular family updates and multimedia content such as screen shots from those who have gotten in contact, along with taboo language in order to do so.


The Perks & Perils of Opening a Shop- From the Inside- Out.

The Perks & Perils of Opening a Shop- From the Inside- Out.

Last Saturday, Indulge Me was launched; we make all of our products from scratch, on the Isle of Wight and they’re sold in-store in Ryde. It’s been a bumpy, challenging experience- but we managed to open on time!

PATSCREENSHOTINDULGEME.jpgIt had been a major work in progress for a few weeks, making the counter, the shelving and the special units- painting, sanding, drilling and decorating it to a good enough standard to maxamise the space visually, and all to be open before Christmas was a major feat; we’re utter perfectionists, and could have done with at least, a few more weeks.

induge-3The walls were painted a sunshine yellow, everything else painted with blackboard paint- allowing us to beautifully decorate them with our latest offers, and our fantastic natural ingredients. We left the shop the Friday night prior at 10pm after putting out all of our products. I must have spent at least 6 hours that day hand-wrapping all of the bars of soap (Nightmare!). My video of the opening has been watched by 3.7k people, with a reach of over 10k.induge-5

I don’t know what it is about managing Facebook pages, but I get such an intense buzz- It’s bizarre!  I launched a ‘Guess the name’ competition for a new bathbomb (aptly named Monkey Farts) on Sunday night at almost 11pm and had about 50 different people getting involved and it ended with 77 odd comments & a winner.

It’s been stressful to bring everything together- for all of us. But it’s been massively rewarding at the same time, finally seeing of all our hardwork coming together and looking picture perfect on the shelves.


Working in any form of Food industry 

Working in any form of Food industry 

From a young age I was exposed to customer service, building up my work ethos slowly. My family owned a party shop, it’s motto was literally ‘we take having fun very seriously’, and it was a hell of a lot of fun, so I was used to talking to customers. I assumed that life was always going to be that great; and fun (Oh the naivety). So by the age of 14, I began taking on a summer job at a food place, down on my local seafront. But nothing can ever prepare you for what it’s like working in the food industry. That in itself is a whole other fucking mine field when it comes to customer service.
The top 10 things I will never understand about it. And can never even begin to explain to myself, let alone other people.

1- Why on earth would you talk to your server like a piece of shit when they’re about to handle your food?!
2- If your server tells you that they’re out of stock of a particular product, why on earth would you begin to abuse them and take it out on them? I’m guessing if it was your 15/16/17 year old on £3.68 an hour you’d kick up a bitch fit if they came home and told you just how a customer had talked to them.
3- Why would you post all over social media about the state of a fast food establishment’s tables and site; and complain how disgusting it is to eat in that kind of environment. Whilst you, yourself, then proceed to drop half of your meal onto the floor, smear sauce on the table top, allow your annoying sprog to wipe grease all over the windows, oh and not forgetting leaving your rubbish strewn across the entire place.
4- Who in their right mind decides to coat a fucking toilet seat in mayonnaise?
5- Why after great customer service would you go into the bathrooms and forcibly ram a whole toilet roll down the loo to deliberately block it up?
6- If a server or waitress tells you that if you order your food in this way and listen you could have it a hell of a lot cheaper, why ignore them?!
7- People who decide to cancel their entire order, after it’s gone through to the kitchen and they’ve started making it already. Just because one teeny item from their order isn’t available to buy.
8- When you re-read someone’s order back to them 5 times, and they agree with it after making multiple changes. Then when it comes out they scream at you for it being wrong, and how it could only be down to you. Even though you read it out to them like 5 times before you processed it.
9- The amount of mess customers can make.
10- When you get a totally unreasonable customer, who takes their entire life and problems out on you, decides to become condescending; and then assumes because you work somewhere for a low wage, you must be worthless and totally not have smashing grades, life goals and plans.

In my entire life so far, I have never been able to accept why such idiotic people exist. What kicks could you possibly get through belittling your server. Oh and when they chime in with the comments of ‘If it wasn’t for me buying this stuff, and making this mess, you wouldn’t have a job’. On a regular and pretty much daily basis since the age of 14, I’ve fantasised a lot about what I’d like to do to difficult customers in my head. Yes I’m smiling on the outside and calling you sir and madam politely, but inside my head you’ve been suffocated, beheaded and reversed over by a fucking truck.

With each year of maturity, comes a hardier and politer customer service front, I’ve loved every job I’ve had since I started working. A few have had their awkward and shitty moments, but usually the great customers outweigh the awful ones. Take Monday night for example, I had several ladies compliment my eye makeup, and ask how I do it. How do I stand there for hours on end, and greet every individual with a smile and a look of genuine care and concern for their issues. I couldn’t answer, I laughed and made a joke about how it’s hard at times; but at the end of the day it’s regular and guaranteed money. But in the same evening, where I geniunely felt so happy and positive about my job, I had an individual forcibly ram a whole loo roll down the toilet. Eh, it’s swings and roundabouts. You can’t win them all.

One thing I can say, I know that when I go out; I neatly stack my plates, use tissues to wipe any sauce mess up, I bin my rubbish and put away my trays. Because I know that my servers have names, they have emotions and they have feelings. They are not robots- programmed to put up with your bullshit. Yes it’s their job, but no one wants a shitty day; and if I can make someone’s shift a bit easier, I will!

I’m also not a total wanker of gigantic proportions.
You can always tell if the person you’re serving has ever worked in the food industry; life usually gets 100% easier and they’re incredibly understanding most of the time. If you’re planning on applying for any job that involves customer service, and or food; grow a thick skin and learn to take life with a pinch of salt.

You can honestly never predict how a shift will go, what you’ll get next or how a night will end. What I love the most is having a great team; knowing that I can have a laugh with the people I work with; and we can sit and have a giggle about the bad together and get through it. I may not be able to go back out there and deal with a difficult customer, but a colleague can; and she can go out and call them ‘My lovelies’ and pacify them completely and make all of your frustration just wash away.

Find a job, but find one with a great workforce. If you can’t have a laugh- you won’t be able to cope. I still bring up the mayonnaise on the toilet seat story now, 5 years on, and it still makes friends laugh. You may get a shit wage, but you’ll have memories that last a life time. (Ha!).

“A liar, a misogynist, a racist and a bigot walk into a bar.. But this isn’t a joke- it’s the US Presidential Election.”

“A liar, a misogynist, a racist and a bigot walk into a bar.. But this isn’t a joke- it’s the US Presidential Election.”

So the 8th November is fast approaching, to the average Brit it’s just another day if they’ve been hiding under a rock- But to America and the wider population it’s the Presidential Election. The day of Governmental reckoning.

Gif courtesy of Pintrest user guitarking4ever. A prime example of how some see the Government.

Clinton Vs Trump. Otherwise seen as Nope Vs Noper to most Americans, a battle between the embodiment of everything that’s wrong  and corrupt within the US Government and everything that’s wrong with US culture and viewpoints. To me it’s a terrifying ordeal and I’m still pledging #MichelleObama2k20 (I can dream). 

See, I want to jump up and down and preach how fantastic Hillary is, but I cant bring myself to lie. She’s a fantastic advocate for so many different rights; LGBT, Women, Children, the minorities- but no matter how I try to dress things up, I cannot ignore the irrevocable evidence that she’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Totally what I see in my mind when I think about the election.. Gif courtesy of http://www.queerty.com
Trump on the other hand- what you see is what you get. He’s a liar, a self-proclaimed racist, a total bigot and the biggest misogynist I think I’ve ever had the displeasure to hear speak- and I cannot even begin to believe how this utter wank-job was allowed to even run for Presidency in the beginning, let alone get this far?!

image courtesy of http://www.barenakedislam.com
Democrats and Republican’s alike, the general consensus is that none of them can understand that out of the millions of American’s available, the candidacy selection was allowed to be whittled down to Hillary and Donald. It’s the most hyped election since Obama- but for very different reasons. However, it will be the lowest turn out in years, down to one thing alone; the depressed and repressed voter.

image courtesy of http://www.acestoohigh.com showing the differences between Democrats and Republicans.
Bernie Sanders was the Democrats love child- the perfect candidate, the millennials adored him, he was ‘hip and trendy’ without trying. Hillary on the other hand, tries far too hard to net in every minority voter; Trump has alienated most non-white voters, and any women with common sense, including well educated millennials, who are old enough to see just how corrupt Clinton supposedly is. And what a monster Trump is.

Instead of excitedly queuing up to vote next week for the candidate of their choice, most won’t bother to get time off of work, or to brave the weather- let alone bring people with them and share in their hype. They loathe the fact that the one person they believed was good enough to represent their vote, is no longer in the running, and they hate that they’re stuck between the rock and the hard-place that is Hillary and Trump. So most will choose to not vote out of spite.

So I say; Goodluck America!

#feelthebern at one stage was a top trending hashtag…Image courtesy of http://www.steveaoki.com

An open letter to the lady who decided to speed up last minute. 

An open letter to the lady who decided to speed up last minute. 

I haven’t been very vocal about my current situation on social media, because if I’m honest- I’m pretty embarrassed and nervous about it.

I worked my socks off and spent a fortune learning to drive from June-Septmember this year. I was determined that I’d pass before my first university term started, and I was a week out. I had my first test and was practically faultless- I failed because I was overly cautious and didn’t feel safe overtaking a cyclist on a busy road. I felt like the cyclist, other passers by and my own life were more important than rushing to overtake (the Highway Code states you should only overtake if it is totally necessary). However my examiner felt like I should have had the confidence to perform the manoeuvre.
I was in bits when I discovered I hadn’t passed- but I booked another test for 13 days time and I practised as much as I could. And when the date came I aced it- I passed beautifully with (I think?) 3 minors. One for being 2mph over the speed limit, the second for stopping at an amber traffic light and the last one for a bumpy move off. But I was chuffed as anything.

My family helped me to buy my plum Peugeot and I felt like a total grown up, I drove my Dad over to the ferry terminal that night and said goodbye (Mum followed with the family in her car and drove home after) and he was so proud of me. I drove off the ferry on the other side and eagerly picked Jack up before we drove home together.

Skip forwards three weeks and everything was perfect, my parking, consistent speeds, timing- the works. I felt fully fledged. I allowed myself well over an hour and half to drive from Southampton to Portsmouth for my 3pm lecture, Jack in tow. We enjoyed the motorway journey- singing away to Ben Howard.

My Mum’s parting words to me that Monday I drove onto the ferry after passing were “I love you to pieces and I’m so incredibly proud of you. But please remember better late than dead”.

We arrived in Portsmouth in due time, around 2.20pm as we pulled onto Park Lane and drove towards the traffic lights I popped my indicator on to turn right. I put my hand break on at the lights and waited. The lights turned green. It was a yellow box zone, and I patiently gave way to oncoming traffic (as you should) I pulled out into the yellow box and I began my right turn into Burnaby road.

At under 10mph still in 1st gear you smashed into me. You forced my car to crumple- the bumper flat out. You span my partner and me round so hard we smashed our heads off of the sides of the car and were forced forwards into the airbags. We did a full 180 degree U-turn and ended up back where we had driven from, but on the wrong side of the road.

My ears were ringing and my chin felt like I’d hit a brick wall. The engine had been forced that far back it had crumpled and I was left with the steering wheel jammed so hard into my knees they almost instantaneously went black and blue. The doors would barely open, I couldn’t even think about Jack’s safety, let alone my own. We had to ram the useless and gnarled metal so hard it cut my knuckles, you’re lucky that was the only blood split. I’ve been told that if you’d have hit me head on, my chances of walking away, and Jack’s chances of walking away; would have been incredibly slim.

You deserved the abuse I shouted at you after I had finally gotten out the smoking heap of expensive metal crashed out behind me. I screamed at you until my chest seized up and my first panic attack set in. You came out of nowhere, sped up at the last minute and forced me off of the road, not only endangering your own life selfishly; but mine, Jack’s and the dozens of innocent students walking past on their way to lectures. You were incredibly lucky that no one was hurt- I would have never have forgiven myself, let alone you.

The embarrassment that crept over me as the police pulled up and routinely breathalysed me before they turned to you. But I was the newer, younger driver; I was on the pedestal because the general saying is “with age comes wisdom”. I guess they forgot to include arrogance and ignorance with it. With reference back to the fact that I failed my first test for being a safe and cautious driver I know hand on heart I would never endanger anyone else on the road, let alone my partner or my own life. It’s 12 hours bottle to throttle and I stick to all the rules. I bet you prayed your socks off that my reading wouldn’t be a clean zero, I was in bits about my dream car being in bits. And you had the front to declare “my car was brand new too!”

Perhaps if you hadn’t been doing well over 30mph turning into a 20mph student zone, neither of us would have had our Monday’s rocked by this incident.

I believe that this car accident will definitely affect the way I drive now, I’m going to be a million times more cautious and I’m never going to disrespect the rules of the road. I’d rather suffer abuse from road users for being slower in dangerous areas, and I’d rather know that the people I love are safe and won’t be harmed whilst I am driving.
Oh and full disclaimer- I’d never buy a Peugot 107 ever again. 2/3 star safety rating and very prone to crumpling! My dream first car, turned into a nightmare.

But I’m grateful. I’m so very grateful that Jack and I walked away with our lives, with our futures. And that no one was seriously injured. 

P.S Jack thinks he’s indestructible now. Well done.