Live IT & Love IT

Life’s great at the moment, apart from the Menieres blips. We did it! We survived the season. Last Saturday was our last away game in Oxford. I love Oxford especially as it is so close to by spiritual home, Silverstone! It’s funny how some places grab your heart and stay there forever. But there’s no place like home! I love being a Yorkshire lass. We have some truly amazing places in Yorkshire.  On Tuesday it was Lucas’ 9 th birthday. We had three days of birthday celebrations just for HIM. I think it is too easy to forget that he doesn’t have any choice but to be involved in rugby league. If I’m honest he doesn’t enjoy the sport at the moment due to what his brother was put through at his amateur club and witnessing abuse at professional games. Lucas is a sensitive and caring little boy. He doesn’t like shouting and certainly doesn’t like disrespect. He is a work in progress and has the season has gone on, he has started to get involved again. He loves being ball boy at...

One word… Hallelujah!!   I have spent the last twenty years as, what felt like, a lone voice banging on about socialism and the unjust, unfair and unequal country we live in all orchestrated by greedy, egotistical politicians and bankers. Well I feel totally vindicated and finally, yes finally I feel we have a labour movement that is rekindling the community spirit that evil Thatcher snatched away. The mood is swinging towards hope, dignity and actually us acting more like decent human beings. I’ve never bought into the ‘I’m alright Jack’ attitude and I don’t want anything for nothing. I’M NOT ALONE! I’m not a political analyst. I am a hardworking Mum that just wants hope for the future of her children! And I care. My values are simple – hope, integrity, truth and perseverance. I don’t want anything handed to my children on a plate. They have to work hard to achieve their goals. They’ve been taught that from an early age but the goal posts can’t keep changing just bec...

I’m going through a period of being angry with myself. Angry that at the age of fifteen I didn’t know what I know now. I know it sounds ridiculous but it is how I feel. I let others talk me out of what I wanted to do and wanted to be. If only I had been as strong back then as I am today.  I have just finished writing, editing and preparing my first ever script for television. I am incredibly proud of the work. I realise now that, whatever I had wanted to do back then, it would have been wrong. Not because it was the wrong choice but because it was me. I never understood why the backing was not there. I do now and know I couldn’t have changed anything other than not being weak and showing the resolve I have shown in the last few years to overcome some very high obstacles. Some lessons can only be learned the hard way. That feeling of being unsupported follows you into adulthood- trust me it does! I loved my husband and was with him for sixteen year. I admi...