It’s not them, it’s YOU!

Most people attribute their personal growth to others (guilty!). I began exploring and taking my personal development seriously when I started my first ‘side hustle’ in 2013. I listened to Les Brown, his inspiring stories and his little chuckle – that man is funny! and thought, wow. This man has changed the way I think about EVERYTHING!

Little did I know this was just the tip of the iceberg lol.

I spent a lot of time listening to mentors, reading and finding others I could vibe with to learn from. I came across Gary Vee (Vaynerchuck) who blew my mind about lots of different aspects of the human experience.

And the first time I heard Dr Wayne Dyer, oh my days! Just have a read ….

When you squeeze an orange, you’ll always get orange juice to come out. What comes out is what’s inside. The same logic applies to you: when someone squeezes you, puts pressure on you, or says something unflattering or critical, and out of you comes anger, hatred, bitterness, tension, depression, or anxiety, that is what’s inside. If love and joy are what you want to give and receive, change your life by changing what’s inside.

Dr Wayne Dyer

It made so much sense! What we display externally is always going to be a reflection of what’s inside us, especially under stress, pressure or – my speciality – mental health struggles.

For those of you that have never heard of him – here is some background. He was abused by his Dad as a child, in and out of children’s homes and as a kid did not have the easiest of times. Some of the stories of his life, well, they’re pretty intense. But throughout his struggles, somehow, he never lost his positive outlook that things would eventually turn out for the best.

As an adult he found the strength to forgive his father for what he put him through. Forgiveness is really an act of letting go, releasing the anger, the hatred, the bitterness, the thoughts of revenge that we have been carrying around. We can do this letting go without even encountering the person we want to forgive. I’ve tried to practice this for some time but it isn’t easy. If you conquer it though, it really does change things.

Around 2006 my mum told me about a book she’d read. It was written by the son of someone murdered by the Yorkshire Ripper called Just a Boy. Living in Manchester and with this horror taking place almost on our doorstep, she – and I – were fascinated with the impact this awful time had on people’s lives had changed forever.

Richard McCann was the author of this book and his story is truly heartbreaking. For Richard and his siblings, this tragedy triggered decades of deprivation, abuse, pain, suicide pacts, drugs, prison and a lost childhood.

Richard’s moment of change was on release from a stint in prison in his mid-twenties and the influence of an amazing teacher that helped him see further than the anger and pain of his past. He made a decision to turn the pain and anguish of going through so much hardship into inspiration and motivation.

I was fortunate enough to meet Richard twice in 2016. Once when he was a guest speaker for my company and the second time when I attended one of his ICan stage events.

Next and late to the party for me, I came across the legend that is Tony Robbins. I’ve got to say (and I hope he never reads this btw) but his voice used to just grate on me lol! He is one of THE most inspiring, humble and genuine public speakers I’ve ever seen – pretty easy on the eye too, but his voice drove me crazy!

His message though …. wooooahhh! Powerful is an understatement. Reading his books, watching his movies and YouTube clips. People’s lives changed in front of your eyes.

This is where cynical, northern, British me said ‘hang on a minute! Could this be fake?’

I did my research. I was good at that lol. I had friends that went to his shows so I checked out what they had to say. I knew others that had been asked to stand up and share their fears for him to help with. And every single one of them had changed. Like hugely! They continued to work on themselves and make positive changes, but one thing was for sure. There was nothing fake about it.

So. Why am I sharing my shizzle? Why am I telling you about random strangers that have had an influence on my life? (And there are many, many more!).

It is because …………. it’s not them ………… it’s me!

They showed me ways I could improve my life. They shared stories that resonated and solutions that made sense. They weren’t too up their own arse like some can be. And the shit I was going through and had been through was on a level of what they were talking about. I’m not alone either lol.

I used to say things like:

‘They have changed my life!’

‘What they have talked about makes so much sense – everything has changed for me because of what they said!’

‘One of the most inspiring and motivational stories I have ever heard. They have made my life so much better’

Which is truly great! But completely misplaced.

THEY didn’t take the action. I DID.

THEY gave me the reasoning and the rationality to think about things in my life. But I MADE THE CHANGES.

THEY shared stories that blew my mind and also shared the lessons they had applied for themselves. I APPLIED THOSE LESSONS to my life, not them.

I guess what I’m saying is if you have the tools, knowledge and inspiration, YOU can change your life YOURSELF! I am in no way taking anything away from these incredible people that are experts at what they do. But if we implement their lessons, we are making those changes ourselves. We just needed the guidance.

Tell me your thoughts on this?

Love and light.


Are you giving too many f**ks?

This book is awesome. I’ve read it a few times and it resonates so strongly.

You see, I’m a recovering ‘people pleaser’. One of those that can’t do enough for others. Whilst running around like a crazy person for everyone else neglecting my own self care and making sure all is well with others, like slow burning touch paper, over a period of time I have been known to ‘suddenly’ blow my top over ‘nothing’. Totally symptomatic of self induced burn-out. And when I realised those I did the stuff for are not up for reciprocating the favour if ever needed, it just adds the badly scorched cherry on top of the cake.

Being a people pleaser is exhausting. Sometimes you don’t know you’re doing it. Sometimes you know you are, they know you are, but you simply can’t help yourself.

Like most people, I always had a strong desire to be liked. Since childhood I would do what I thought was expected, didn’t rock the boat (too much!), had lots of different groups of friends and would make myself invaluable to each one. I thought that was the best way to be accepted. Be one of the tribe. To be liked.

To be fair it worked! I remain close friends with many from ‘back in the day’ and a lot of those friendship groups have continued to be close in one way or another. Not everyone gets through the minefield of childhood and teenage friendships unscathed.

And I didn’t either!

I went on into adulthood and gave too many f**ks. I cared waaaaaay too much about:

  1. Other people’s opinions of me.
    • Something which was none of my business! Oh, and by the way, I hate to burst your bubble but they don’t really care enough to have you on their mind as often as you might think. When people are living their lives and in the moment, you may be a fleeting thought. But if you’re giving too many f**ks like I used to, I’d like to reassure you that you are most definitely not first and foremost in their minds eye. Let it go.
  2. Whether I was likeable, liked or even considered.
    • The only thing we can ever be is ourselves. If you’re not being you, plenty of people out there will see right through you. I couldn’t stand to be around people like that, they drove me crazy. If I think hard on this, some of the reasons I felt this way was because I was jealous! I was never skilled enough to be fake and comfortable with myself when doing so. I did try occasionally back then, but my face always said more than my fake ever could haha!
  3. If I had said the right thing or not.
    • This one makes me sad. It used to keep me up at night, going over conversations with a fine tooth comb and analysing every part of a conversation. The thing is, it also stopped me from saying a lot of things in the moment too. I was always known as the ‘quiet’ one. This changed when I got to know you. Then you’d get the funny, sarcastic and dry ‘one-liner’ me! But you wouldn’t know that unless I totally trusted you. I gave too many f**ks about your opinion of me. Knowing what I know now if you’re being your authentic self, what you say can never be wrong. It can be misconstrued by others – but cleared up too. You may not be able to verbalise something in quite the way you want to, but if it’s genuine and from the heart then how can it be wrong? Let this one go too!
  4. If I would ever find a tribe that totally ‘gets’ me.
    • At 17 I was diagnosed with clinical depression. I had counselling and one of the things that came up (which I have never shared before) is the fact I never felt good enough for my friendship group. They were all skinny, beautiful and cool, knowing what to say in every single situation. I couldn’t have felt more further from these things lol. My counsellor explained to me that as social beings, us humans tend to seek out and spend most time with those that are like ourselves. People with similar interests, principles and standards of behaviour were more likely to be together than not. If these things are not aligned, it’s uncomfortable and we actively avoid discomfort if we can.

‘In other words,’ she said, ‘your friends consider you are just as good as them. They are not thinking of the friendship in the way you are. You are valued because you are you and you are just as good as they are.’

  1. I felt a huge responsibility for other people’s feelings.
    • Whether I had negatively impacted them or not. Even if it was someone else and had nothing to do with me. I mean, how messed up is this one? How could I ever save everyone from pain or hurt? It was completely beyond my control. The only responsibility I had was how my own behaviour were to influence others and as you can imagine, I was always extra careful of that lol! I have since discovered I am an empath (a story for another time) and can feel over sensitive when it comes to others emotions. It is something I have to regularly keep check on and yes, I wanna change the world for the better – I just had to learn I couldn’t ever do this on someone else’s behalf, smh. I decided some time ago I’ll just do my little part in the world and I will be more than happy with that!

I’m now around five years ‘clean’ of this burden thanks to books like the one above. But every now and then I find myself slipping back into that doubt and my mind can trigger the age old question ‘Do I need to care more about that?’

A crucial part of this book that gets me back into my ‘vibe’ is the introduction of ‘f**k bucks’. A currency for how many f**ks you are going to give at any particular time. If I’m going to care so much, then I need to prioritise what to care too much about. I’ll spend my f**k bucks on the things that matter, not the things that don’t. It’s refreshing. And I’ll tell you something else. It feels pretty damn good too. Don’t give too many f**ks. They cost you. Hugely. Decide on a budget and stick to it.

Love and Light


Setbacks? Check yourself!

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Hell yeah!

Trust me, there have been a few setbacks over the years, we all go through them.

The last few months have taught me a HUGELY important lesson and I think this is something that will resonate with many of you.

The biggest block I have ever had for growth, whether personal or professional, has never been the haters beating my confidence out of me as I once thought (just smile and wave boys, smile and wave 👋).

It isn’t the critics that ‘know better’ than me. It isn’t even the people that just don’t ‘get’ me.

It’s my own mind. That internal dialogue that says things like:

‘Are you REALLY sure you can do this?’

‘Why would they want to hear what YOU say?’

‘You’re going to look ridiculous when you fail!’

Sound familiar to anyone? 🤔

That inner voice has been crafted over many years.

Making detailed notes in the back of your mind of ALL the negative comments and experiences you’ve ever been through.

The time you were laughed at or told you’re too ‘this’ or too ‘that’. When you were told you weren’t good enough. The times you were made to feel worthless.

It has a photographic memory too. Your conscious mind forgets a hell of a lot over time, but that little witch chattering on inside your head doesn’t miss a thing.

She’s cunning that one. She is honing her craft. She sits back for a while. Lulls you onto a false sense of security, especially when you’re working on ways to do the things she pipes up about.

She waits.

And when you’re about to bulldoze those barriers once and for all,




You know what? I have a message for her and anyone else that has ever doubted me.



I banished that rambling witch once and for all during 2020. I share more of how this has happened on my social media pages, so let’s connect there.

Let’s just say there have been a few challenges along the way, but they have filled me with a determination I never thought I could possess.

I can feel the change in me.

And I like it 😏

Love and light 💫


When things don’t align – and when they suddenly do!

Picture this.

13 years old, avid reader with a wild dream of somehow becoming a writer some day. I was completing an English project about the plague in the 1600’s and my English teacher called me to the front of the class to discuss my work.

My heart was in my throat. Palpitations began in earnest. My palms were sweaty and my cheeks burned as I slowly made my way to the front of the class.

As an adolescent, I didn’t really ‘come into my own’. I was socially awkward (I still am lol) and very self conscious. Thankfully I had some awesome friends that believed in me, but I had little belief in myself. Reasons for that are many and a story for another time, but I HATED being in the spotlight and only ever spoke openly in front of no more than two or three people at any one time. Having to stand up in front of a class of 30 plus teenagers, well. Let’s just say I was pretty terrified.

We had been asked to write a letter to a loved one about the conditions people lived through during the years of the plague and how they learned to cope in the crisis. I had visited the tiny town of Eyam in Derbyshire the previous summer on a family holiday, it was one of the worst places hit in the north of England and I was fascinated with how people left food and supplies at the parish stones marking the start of the village. They also sterilised coins with vinegar leaving money in the village trough so they would never physically come into contact anyone. It’s thought the villages actions resulted in many fewer deaths and they saved thousands of lives.

My letter was good. Descriptive and as accurate as I could make it. Especially after having seen some of the places we were learning about. I was proud of it. But I have an imagination that can often run away with me and I wrote it with an ultimate twist, just like the books I loved to read ……..

The letter writer (a young girl of around 15) explains how lives had been impacted. Every moment they lived in fear, terrified as the death toll in the village continued to rise. I knew the village had a population of around 350 at this time and around 260 died during the black death. My twist in the tale was …… the young girl had written her letter posthumously. In effect, she was a ghost who had an innate knack of writing about what caused her demise rather than quietly pushing up the daisies as she was supposed to. I thought it was an AWESOME plot twist.

My English teacher definitely did not. She tore strips off me in front of the whole class for writing something that ‘couldn’t possibly be true because ghosts aren’t real and you’re a ‘silly girl’ for even trying to do something different’. She made me write it again and change the ending. Thankfully the class didn’t laugh as I thought they would, they actually loved my idea! But the damage was done.

I. Was. Mortified.

Then and there I decided to scrap my writing dreams. What a ‘silly girl’ I was for even THINKING I could do something I really wanted to do.

As I grew up and went through all that life throws at us, I started to write anyway. Journaling really helped my emotional health and for many years I played with the idea of writing something I could actually release. I had friends who were authors spurring me on. I just had to DO it! Every single time I would get so far and every single time I would hit a brick wall. I couldn’t do it. My reality was falling in line with what I had been told all those years ago. And I was tired of it.

A chance introduction to another published author and a discussion about a new collaborative project she was working on in 2019 meant things were about to change. I started to write therapeutically and explored the reasons why I couldn’t seem to let go of the past. I quickly realised my subconscious was totally out of sync with my reality.

That English teacher made me think I couldn’t write. That I had nothing worthwhile to offer and that I should definitely never go against the grain.

The rebel that I am decided to stuff that! Shortly after this realisation I became a published author – TWICE lol! Both collaborative pieces ( I still had some cognitive dissonance rattling around that brain of mine!). The first was about the tragic still-birth of my first child and how I got through it. The second was an inspiring piece about coping with other family bereavement. My third piece will be published very soon (watch this space!) and is part of a series of covid stories from all around the world.

I’m much more in sync with my writing skills now and although I am a work in progress, I think we all are to some extent. As testament to my English teacher and with huge amounts of gratitude I’d like to say:

If someone says you can’t do something, do it twice.

(And take pictures!)

Love and light


Oh the irony!

In July I wrote a post about the value of consistency … and was anything but consistent afterwards.

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Yes we went away as a family twice post-covid and yes, one of our bucket list destinations has now been ticked off!

And yes I have continued with my network marketing business.

But I haven’t posted here since the beginning of August!

Why I hear you ask! I have had a few down days. Sometimes my days were rolling into a never ending, tiresome cycle unless we were away somewhere different.

We have been doing DIY on the house (that list hubby said he had no time for – thanks to furlough and possible redundancy – now he does).

My emotions, like many others, have been like a roller coaster and I find it hard to get the feels to share the nonsense in brain when I get that way. So I’ve been quiet. And busy. And meh.

But wait, I see a light at the end of this tunnel and it is called SCHOOL! Just a snippett of time each week day that I can be more than just ‘mummy, can I have ….??? Can I …..???’ Even our youngest is going to nursery for a few hours each week.

they may take our lives [food, clothes and money], but they’ll never take our freedom! [At least in term time …]

Historic facts may need checking on this quote.

Ok. So the Scottish battle of Stirling Bridge may be a slight exaggeration of where I’m at, and please, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids dearly, they are my absolute world. I remain a little apprehensive of some of the things that have been doing the rounds about returning to school. But it has been pretty tough when the world has been locked down, we live in a house we have outgrown and there are four beautifully exhausting little people here 24/7.

I don’t give in to scare mongering. I find out the facts first hand and go from there. And my kids will be returning to school on the 7th September and to be honest they can’t wait!

You’ll be seeing much more of me and I of you. You may say it’s ironic I’m looking forward to the kids going back when I work from home for the main purpose to see more of them – however – have you had to change your work setting? Working from home is amazing. But not as easy as it looks hey?!!

Exciting times are ahead, new normal or not, we still have good lives to lead. Have yours gone back yet? How are you feeling about it?

Judgemental much?

So sorry, I’ve been so busy here, business is booming and the kids are hyper lol! But here’s a little something I thought about today.

Judgement. We all do it, it’s human nature. It’s catching ourselves doing it and having that insight to stop that is what makes us better people and I’m all for being better than the person I was yesterday.

So, I know people who:

✅ drink aged urine for it’s health benefits ðŸ˜®

✅ believe the earth is flat ðŸ˜®

✅ think the human race is descended from aliens who still live amongst us ðŸ˜®

✅ believe by focussing on a positive lifestyle, it manifests itself ðŸ˜®

✅ that there is a divine energy that we can tap into to bring good things to our lives ðŸ˜®

✅ that there is a God ðŸ˜®

✅ that there are multiple Gods ðŸ˜®

✅ that God is female ðŸ˜®

Do I subscribe to all of these beliefs? Nope!

Do I judge those that do? Nope!

So why do we let other people’s judgement of ourselves stop us doing what we want to do? ðŸ¤”

Release the worries of judgement and you’ll start to shine ðŸ¥°

Have a fab day folks â¤

Home Schooling?

My youngest doing some ‘homework’ in my office … (tent)

With four kids and working from home full time, it’s always been a juggle. In lockdown even more so. Have things slipped? In some areas yes. Am I still in control of the situation? I like to think so lol!

We’re only in a three bed house so when all six of us are home we are living on top of each other. The living room is usually my ‘office’ when the kids are at school, but guess what? Hubby has been furloughed and the kids aren’t in school … so no office or space to concentrate.

So I had a brain wave, a master plan if you will. We have an old awning from my dad’s caravan. So I put it up on the decking. Viola! An office to escape to!

My travel team laugh as I don’t yet have proper lighting in here, so evening zoom calls mean you can see my disembodied head if I get close enough to the camera and the reflection of my screen in my glasses.

Where does home schooling fit into this? Yes we try to do at least an hour a day, although emails are coming thick and fast from teachers telling me what is still outstanding …. but what about considering this? I am not a teacher of mainstream education. Nor do I pretend to be. I am a mum, a constant reassurance, shoulder to cry on, source of comfort in strange times.

I am a teacher of life skills. Ensuring my kids grow up with appropriate morals, kindness and compassion for others. I’m also teaching them how to adapt to seemingly impossible situations. To show resilience and to show we never, ever give up.

My office (tent) might not look like much, but it is my little piece of heaven and holds more meaning than you may think. It’s a symbol of strength. Of continuing on through this madness. A place of calm when we start to lose our heads a little.

I can’t let today pass without mentioning the awe inspiring veterans who protected us through a much tougher time that came to an end 75 years ago. And it is due to these heroes that any of us are here at all.

Let’s keep teaching our kids in the best way we can. Yes do as much of the set work we can manage, but also teach them about our history and what it means for the present. How we cope. The lessons we learn carry us into the future filled with hope.

Stay safe.

P x

How you doing? Like really…

You, my Queen ( or King – whichever you prefer) have got this.

We have never been through times like these in our lifetime. It’s all new. So however and whatever gets you through this (within reason!) just let it happen.

Right now we have a lot of anger in our house. I have four kids ageing from two years to thirteen so there are many different levels of understanding of what is going on right now.

I watch the news once a day (and end up shouting at the TV ….. which is a whole other blog lol!), but my four year old says, without fail – ‘do we have to watch corona virus today mum?’. I tell her no and she goes to play in the garden and I wonder what is going on in her tiny, little, innocent mind.

We’ve had an emotional day today. We woke up to find a dead bird in the house that the cat brought in. I quickly took it to ‘dispose’ of and my four year old asked where it went. I explained it’s gone to meet Grandma in heaven and she will look after the bird from now on, to look down on us and see we’re safe.

She was inconsolable! So upset. She asked if we all had to go to heaven, if her brothers, sister, me, her dad and everyone else must go now. I soothed her, reassured her that no, we won’t be going anywhere (quite literally, although I didn’t let that slip lol …) and she was ok. Then her nursery teacher called to check how she has been. We were chatting and the teacher asked to speak to her. I could see the tears in her eyes about to fall again, like a dam about to burst. She missed her teacher, her friends, routine. And it broke my heart a little bit. She couldn’t get the words out to speak to her teacher and just looked at me helplessly.

When the call was finished, we had a chat. She felt sad, bless her heart, with missing her best friend from pre-school and everyone else she laughs and plays with. I explained what her teacher said. Lots of her friends felt the same way. And we talked in-depth about how wonderful it will be when we can go back to school to see everyone again, we wrote down some of her post-lockdown wishes and saved them with the other wishes in our special family ‘wish jar’. I explained her teacher called to say it’s ok to feel sad sometimes.

She spent the rest of the morning doing the tasks her teacher set ages ago – I have not been on the ball with this homeschooling lark! And she absolutely loved it.

It’s pretty clear to see – I’m winging it …

I am. But I think we all are right now.

Do you have a support network to rely on? Where you can sound off, speak your real truth and say how you’re truly feeling?

I’m grateful to have a few. And I need them, because trust me, I love my kids – they’re my life. But they can drive me bat-shit crazy at times! And as for my hubby, he’s a key worker in logistics, but as there is not enough freight coming from Europe, there isn’t enough work right now. I feel like pinning the DIY wish list to his forehead ….. but he will forget it’s there lol.

If you’re seriously struggling with partners at home, then here is where you can go.

If you’re feeling like things are too much, reach out and get some help here.

Much love to you and yours. We will get through this. Don’t think you need to be alone. My inbox is always open if you need a non-judgemental chat.

Stay safe.


Easter Blessings To You And Yours!

We’re used to spending the Easter break anywhere other than home, so this year in lock-down has been a huge challenge. Yesterday was one of the worst days so far. Feeling overwhelmed with kids and business. Then that stifling claustrophobia. Cabin fever setting in because we can’t go anywhere. Makes me wonder how they coped on those discovery voyages, on a boat for months. Unless it was when they were discovering the Caribbean. Now that is something I could cope with lol!

I went with the feeling yesterday. Just let it flow over me in waves. They were warm waves (so I was clearly still in Caribbean mode lol). Then the tears came. It’s the first time I’ve really cried about this whole situation. It wasn’t pretty. And those amazing kids on Britain’s Got Talent singing ‘This Is Me!’, well it just tipped me over the edge! I drank too much vodka (not recommended) and went to bed early.

With mum duty this morning (AKA the Easter Bunny), I woke early this morning (no hangover thank goodness lol!). Set up the Easter Egg Hunt, chocolate for breakfast of course and put a gammon roast dinner to cook slowly through the day.

Then I slept! A whole hour whilst the kids were playing! And I don’t even feel guilty.

You see, we’re all going through this. Not just my family and I, but the whole world over is struggling to find a new ‘normal’ – at least temporarily. That is the key thing to remember. This is temporary. We have to go with whatever feels right, in that moment. And it is for the best. When we stay home, we save lives.

There is so much fear out there right now and I say this not to further that fear, but to bring some clarity to why we shouldn’t be around others that are not a part of our household. A very high percentage of us will get this virus. Most of us will not die from it. Some of us will need specialist care to get through it – but if the volume of people catch it and need that specialist care ALL AT ONCE, our health service would not be able to cope. People would unnecessarily die. This can be hugely controlled, managed and reduced by staying home.

Why am I pointing this out? I have spoken to many people who believe if they stay home, they will never contract this virus. This is inaccurate. Do your research, check the evidence. Most of us will get it, most of us will not have severe symptoms.

I have also seen many people flouting the guidelines this Easter weekend. Visiting beaches, meeting friends, having parties! I mean, come on?! These people mostly feel that because they don’t have the virus, they’re alright and they don’t need to worry. Even if they are to take ill, they’re healthy and unlikely to get too poorly.

Which is awesome. I really mean that. It’s great that you’re young, fit and healthy and you won’t get seriously ill with this virus. But it is not about you, is it? It’s about the people you infect. The chain reaction you cause because ‘you’re alright jack!’ Those you infect you might not see again. But those they infect will grow in number and then guess what happens?

If the volume of people catch it and need that specialist care ALL AT ONCE, our health service would not be able to cope. People would unnecessarily die.’

Paula Middleton

This is not a permanent state of affairs. We will get back to those beaches, make those memories and find another, newer ‘normal’. We will soon be able to go where we want, when we want, with who we want. Don’t let that happen at the expense of others. Be patient. Be thoughtful and stay safe.

Still planning on a day out tomorrow?

Essential shopping?

I’m not dismissing the challenging times we’re living through right now.

I’m not.

But I have four kids. FOUR little vultures that don’t come up for air when they’re eating us out of house and home.

I saw this earlier ..

‘With its heart beating up to 20 times a second during hovering flight, humming birds need lots of food to maintain their phenomenal flight engines powering their wings which can flap up to 80 times a second. They eat up to twice their weight in nectar every day making them not only the hungriest birds but the hungriest animals outside the insect realm.’

The 5 hungriest animals

So. The tiny little humming bird has a heart that beats 20 times a second. I have kids that can shout my name at the top of their lungs just as quick.

Because of this they need to eat twice their weight in food.

My kids have turned into whining, hungry humming birds. The hungriest animals outside of the ‘insect realm’. Now it all makes sense!

With this in mind and the restrictions we have in place, everyday is pretty much an essential shopping day. Am I on my own in this?

I’m not the biggest fan of food shopping. And now there are virtually no home deliveries either. So I am stuck with it if I want them to eat. (Which I do by the way).

As time has gone on, the nutritional value of our ‘essential’ foods of choice has rapidly declined. Just a few examples of today’s haul:

  • ‘ready to eat’ pigs in blankets
  • egg custards
  • cream eggs
  • ice cream
  • sugared waffles

Almost all of this has gone …. ALREADY! Less than 10 hours after braving our covid-19 world. Guess what I’ll now have to be doing tomorrow?

Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful. Hugely grateful that we have food to choose from in the first place. And I’m grateful my beautiful children are in good health, safe and well and have amazingly good appetites.

I don’t know. Maybe this is my ‘stir crazy’, complaining, unhappy phase of this situation. It won’t last and I promise to shop for healthier, more well rounded foods for us all tomorrow.

Stay safe.