Keep Trying

On Monday I wrote about Big Prince trying out for the Swimming Gala at school and on Wednesday I was so nervous for him. He was really looking forward to it and couldn’t wait to get to school, he wanted to leave the house at 8am so that he could be at school on time. Not that he has ever been late but this shows how excited he was.

When he left me with the biggest smile on his face I hoped that he wouldn’t be leaving school disappointed. Unfortunately this wasn’t to be and as he walked towards me at the end of school I knew straight away that he hadn’t made it into the Gala. As we walked to the car I put my arms around him and told him not to worry, he could always try out again next year. He told me he would but he needed to get lots of practice in between now and then because he wasn’t fast enough. Normally I don’t go in for the competition stuff but hearing him say that made me so proud. 

Big Prince has never been one to take on a challenge, or at least if he did and failed he wouldn’t try again. If he can’t do something he generally gives up. Swimming is different - he loves to be in the water. His stroke isn’t great and we’ve been working on that but he keeps trying and now he has a reason to push himself harder. I really believe that he will try and I’m sure he’ll spend the entire summer in the pool. 

For me it’s not the fact that he wants to win that’s important, it’s that he wants to try. He is striving to be better and I think this is awesome, I’ve been struggling for years to find something he could be passionate about and I’m hoping this is it. It’s something he enjoys doing but can also be competitive in and it keeps him active which is another bonus given his tendency to spend days on the Xbox.

So I’m expecting to be nagged constantly to take them to the pool and I’m sure he’ll spend as much time as possible working on his speed and stroke. I can’t wait to see how much progress he can make in a year, it’s going to be awesome to watch.

How do your children deal with disappointment? Do you have special tricks to push them or encourage them to try?

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Gut Instinct

I’ve been struggling with my creative writing lately and have decided to take a break from the novel, instead using my time to concentrate on the blog for a while. However, I still need that creative outlet so here I am for Prose for Thursday again. I thought I would test out parts of my original novel on you all and you can let me know what you think, maybe that way I might get the motivation to sort out the story!

Maria trudged across the green field, her legs feeling heavier by the minute. Would it really be so bad to transport home? Yes, it would. The rules were there for a reason and she was the one to come up with them after all. How would it look if she broke them? She forced her legs to move beneath her body. The training session had taken it out of her this time and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take his power. He was growing so fast and she was so proud but she was very tired.

The thought of a hot steaming bath carried her home and as she pushed on the large oak door and wandered into the lobby she heard the trickle of water and smiled. A flash before her eyes and she blinked, her brows pulled together and her heart ached. Shaking her head she walked to the bottom of the stairs, planted her hand on the banister and pulled herself up. The training was weighing heavy on her now and she struggled to get up the stairs but as she stepped onto the first floor landing she smelled lavender and took a deep breath. Another flash. She placed her hands on the banister and closed her eyes. Not now, please.

She breathed in deeply and drifted towards her bedroom door, she thought about the hot water and how it would ease the aches in her muscles but in the back of her mind she could feel the tension growing. She tried to imagine sinking into the water and closing her eyes and just letting the pain go but she couldn’t shake that doubt. Maria stood in front of her bedroom door and gripped the handle but paused when a mumble inside got her attention. She grinned. Victor was inside waiting and the thought of him suddenly wiped her pain away. She turned the handle, pushed on the door and sauntered into the room.

She only got a second to look at the bed before the freight train ploughed into her and she fell back against the wall. She gripped her chest and tried to catch her breath as she stared. The aches from training were gone but another, stronger pain sunk its claws into her. Victor stood, topless, by the side of the bed staring at Maria with his mouth open and eyes wide. On the bed Elizabeth, the maid, had curled into a ball near the headboard. The bed sheets were in a pile at the foot of the bed, with Elizabeth’s clothes. As tears blurred her vision Maria tried to say something but only squeaked. She took a deep breath, pushed away from the wall and glared at her husband. She foresaw a fight…

This is just a short piece of one chapter and lots more happened but I didn’t want to put the whole thing on here, it would take forever to read!

Prose for Thought


Another week zooming by and I’m back again for #Prose4T. I only started writing daily 3 weeks ago but since joining in with Prose for Thought I’ve learned how much I love writing these short pieces of fiction. Victoria Welton over at Verily Victoria Vocalises set this link up and I’d like to thank her for being so nice and welcoming. I’d definitely recommend joining in with this link if you enjoy writing, it’s a chance to let out that creative side and maybe tap into some of those buried feelings. So, on with this week’s #Prose4T…

I Dream.

I dream of you sitting at our dinner table, joining the family.
I dream of you in our lounge, smiling.
I dream of you playing in the garden with my boys as the sun shines.

I dream of my children knowing who you are.
I dream of shopping days and coffee mornings.
I dream of seeing your smiling face every day.

I dream of not feeling this void in my heart and wondering what I did wrong.
I dream of the day I don’t hurt anymore, when I can just accept you aren’t going to change.
I dream of you explaining what I did wrong and why you just can’t be here.

I dream of being involved in your life and you in ours.
I dream of not having to hide my pain.
I dream of being loved by you, unconditionally.

That ache in my heart will never be eased.
It grows when I hear you’re visiting my sisters.
I dream of the day you understand my pain and know what you did.
But most of all I dream of the day you say you’re sorry.

I hope you liked it and have a great week!

Prose for Thought


Music's Effect on Mood

My alarm went off four times this morning before I could drag my aching body out of bed. The dark morning laid heavy on me and getting out of my lovely, cosy bed and feeling the chill of the day wasn’t really the best start to the day. If you didn’t know already, I HATE mornings. It is very rare that I wake up and feel happy or enthusiastic for the day and I don’t really function very well before my morning coffee. This morning was no different.

I stumbled downstairs with little one in tow and didn’t feel like doing anything, I just wanted to crawl back into my comfortable bed and blank out everything. However, being a mum of two school-aged children this is not possible. Instead I made breakfast for everyone, made sure they had a drink and then set about having my coffee. As the sun came up I saw the bleak outlook of the day, the damp drive and gloomy clouds didn’t brighten my mood any. 

I hurried the boys out of the house and got them to school on time, listening to their bickering in the car on the way. Again, not something that made me feel any better. I was beginning to wonder if I should just go back to bed. I walked back to my car after the kids had gone into school and sat there for a moment, hoping that something would make me smile. I breathed in slowly, started the car and headed for Tesco.

The music system in the car randomly chose a song I don’t usually like, Zombie by The Cranberries. Whenever this song comes on I skip it but this morning I just left it, couldn’t be bothered to press the skip button. As I listened to the lyrics something magical happened, I smiled. I know it’s not the best uplifting song but I think what happened was the lyrics spurred my determination and I sang along as I pulled up in the car park of Tesco. I wandered into the supermarket and decided that I would bake the kids some cookies. This is something I haven’t done for years.

So here we are. It’s 10:20am, I’ve been to Tesco and bought cookie ingredients and this afternoon I’ll be doing some baking, all because of a song. If I’m honest I kind of liked it. I like being able to listen to music and have it lift my mood so completely that not even the gloomy winter can bring me down again. Right now the sun is shining outside and I feel great. How’s that for a turnaround?

Do you have a song or album that you listen to lift your mood? Is there something that you do to cheer yourself up when you’re feeling down?


The Revelation Returns

Way back in April I blogged about cleaning the kitchen, yep riveting eh? As a stay-at-home mum it was one of the things that I found myself doing constantly and I was always battling with the children to put their plates away when they were finished eating. My revelation in April was that if I did a little tidying everyday then I could keep my house looking tidy without much effort. Well that is almost true.

These days my kitchen is tidy. Tidy - not sparkling. What I’ve found is that it is easy to keep it tidy but with the constant coffee and tea making, lunch and dinner and sticky fingers, there is no way to keep my counter tops sparkling unless I keep everyone out of the kitchen. This isn’t practical but I have come to terms with the fact that tidy is okay. I don’t mind it actually. My kitchen doesn’t ‘need’ to be sparkling all of the time and as long as there’s not food going mouldy on the tops and plates piled high above the dishwasher then I think I’m doing a good job. 

I have a routine, just like I did back in April but now my routine involves more writing and more housework. The thing is that somehow I’m managing to stay on top of everything, nothing is getting out of hand and I feel loads better for it. Usually with the housework there is one part, like the clothes washing, that I let pile up and then have to have a whole weekend of washing and ironing before the kids run out of clothes. This is annoying and I only have myself to blame. But since the new year I seem to have a better routine. I spend a little more than half an hour in a morning going round the house picking up after the kids, putting the dishwasher on and making sure that the clothes are in the washing machine. This new routine means that I have a small basket of ironing to do that can be finished in half an hour, the kitchen is tidy all day and I don’t have the kids nagging me about not having jeans or jumpers to wear when they want them. 

Maybe this is just a consequence of being older or maybe it’s the realisation that these things do matter to me. Perhaps I’ve been lying to myself all these years and trying to convince myself that I don’t really care if there’s tons of washing to do. The fact is I do. I hate not having a tidy house, it makes me grumpy. I hate to see piles of clothes all over the place waiting to be washed. These days I can wander into any room in my house, look around and be satisfied that it doesn’t look terrible. There may be washing in the basket but the basket is not overflowing. There may be toys out and jigsaw pieces on the floor but I can still see the carpet. A family lives here and I’m not about to tell my children not to get toys out because I want it to be tidy all the time. Just a little work from me while they’re at school and my house is tidy, and I don’t need to spend hours to get it that way. That, for me, is good enough.

How about you, are you constantly fighting with your children or hubby to tidy up after themselves? Do you let things pile up into a huge job rather than doing it little and often? Or, like me, have you found a new routine which you are proud of?

Home At Last

It’s Thursday again and time for Prose for Thought. Last week when I posted My Muse I never thought it would feel good to have other people read my work and I was really surprised by the great comments I got. Thank you to all of you who commented last week, you were so kind and have given me the confidence to continue. So here we are, my #Prose4T number two.

Her paws pounded the ground and her lungs burned as she raced across the field towards the dense forest. The dark night hid her black athletic body from sight but her yellow eyes glowed. She pushed through the brush and entered the cover of the trees, branches and leaves scraped her skin as she stole a glance behind her. Nothing. He wasn’t following. Images of that awful dungeon still lived in her head and she shuddered when she thought of what she'd been about to do. Unable to stop herself, screaming while trapped in her own mind. Watching as someone controlled her body, using her like a machine, in order to harm others. If it hadn’t been for the lion she may never have escaped.

As Emily hurried through the forest, twigs snapping under her paws, she went over what had just happened. The lion… He must’ve been a ‘Cooler’, there was no other explanation. Because of him she’d managed to transport herself away, save her own life and those she was threatening. She’d never wanted to harm Samuel and Anna, they were her friends, but Patrick’s gift - that necklace, stole her body. She wished she’d seen it coming, she wished she had been able to stop but most of all she hoped that Anna survived.

Emily reached the crest of a hill and looked down into the valley. She stopped and stared. A small cottage with cobblestone walls and a rickety roof covered in moss stood next to the glorious deep waters of the lake. She padded down the hill, seeming to glide over the grass. Reaching the water’s edge a blue mist encircled her and she sighed. As she breathed out her slender panther body disappeared and Emily stood naked, in human form, with her feet touching the damp rocks just beneath the surface of the water. She inched forward and smiled as the water eased the burning in her legs. She sank down, laid back and looked up. The clouds had cleared and the stars twinkled for her.

Emily blinked and as she dove under the water her tail flipped up and the moon bounced off her golden scales. Her black hair flowed behind her as she pumped her tail and sped through the water towards an orange glow ahead. A shoal of small silver fish joined her race and she grinned as they danced around her, welcoming her home. A moment later she floated before it, the small glowing ‘hole’ in the base of the lake that she called home. She was safe, at last.

I was going over the very first novel I wrote a few years ago (it’s hidden away in a file on the computer) and was inspired by one of the characters. In the book I didn’t write her perspective but I thought for a short piece it would be great. Again I’d love to hear your comments.

Prose for Thought

Wii U Review

First of all I have not been paid for this review, it is simply my opinion on these products. We spent our own money buying the products after months of wondering whether we should.

I’ve said before that I live in a house of gamers, the hubby has worked in the industry for a long time and both my boys love their computer games, be it on the iPad, Xbox, Wii or computer. Up until the recent consoles our household had the newest consoles on day one, as soon as they were available we would have them and plenty of games to play on them too. However in recent years we’ve seen less games that we want to play and our Xbox 360 is on its last legs but we still refuse to buy the Xbox One. Why? Various reasons, one of which is backwards compatibility but this isn't about my irks with the Xbox One. This is about the Wii U.

When the Wii U came out I read a review over on Stressy Mummy’s blog about how great it was for the children and how they could all play together. At the time I convinced the hubby to have a look at it but he said there weren’t enough games out that he wanted to play so it wouldn’t make it worth spending the money. He was right of course, if we’d bought the Wii U back then it would’ve sat on the shelf just like the Wii did, unused.

Before Christmas we decided to give it another look and find out what games were available. We were amazed to see that there were now plenty of games we wanted to get and you could buy the Wii U in a pack that included games too! In the end we caved and bought it for Christmas, we were so excited (me and the hubby) that we almost opened it before Christmas! 

On Christmas morning the boys opened the Wii U and thought it was fantastic, then they piled up the games. Here’s what we got:

A favourite in our house!

Wii U that came with NintendoLand and Lego City Undercover
Wii U Party that came with an extra controller
Super Mario 3D World
Super Mario Brothers U
Pikmin 3
Super Luigi U
Zelda The WindWaker
Rayman Legends
Game & Wario

Ok, so we may have gone a tad overboard!

The first game to get opened was Super Mario 3D World and to our surprise this is a game that is great to play together. All four of us have played this game on a few occasions, the hubby and I have worked our way through the whole game and are now on Crown World which is immensely difficult. I have given up now but the hubby keeps trying. Super Mario 3D World is one of those games that you don’t need to think about twice, there’s no profanity and no chance of your children seeing something inappropriate. It’s a great game for all the family.

Pikmin 3 is one of my hubby’s favourites, he played both previous games and really enjoyed them so when he found out there was going to be a third it gave him a reason to buy the Wii U. I haven’t played this game and I think it is too complicated for my four-year-old but the hubby and my eldest love it. They have both spent a lot of hours working their way through the game and it is one that my eldest continues to ask to play. This in itself is a great feat because he often gives up on games.

NintendoLand is another great game for the whole family. My youngest loves this game because there are lots of mini games and he can join in with most of them. He particularly likes ‘Mario Chase’ where you run around and hide from the rest of the group and they have to come and find you. You, as Mario, have the added advantage of their new controller with screen - you can see your team mates on the maze as they get closer and you can run and hide elsewhere. 

The boys have played Super Mario Brothers U briefly but I haven’t seen much of it yet so I can’t comment. The same goes for Lego City Undercover, the hubby started playing but we’ve only seen the very start so far. As for the other games? They’re still in their cellophane and we’re hoping that we can make them last. The boys are still enjoy the games that are open and we’re trying to encourage that. I don’t like it when they’re spoilt for choice because then they can’t choose.

Although my boys have Skylanders Swap Force and Disney Infinity for the Xbox 360 these games haven’t been touched for a while. Also since the Wii U has been such a big hit with the boys I think my next purchase of Skylanders or Disney Infinity (because let’s face it, there will be another one.) will be for the Wii U. At least the Wii U is backwards compatible which means you can play old Wii games on it. You aren’t able to do that with the Xbox One.

So far I’d say that the Wii U was their favourite Christmas present and it’s getting used almost every day. My youngest already knows there’s going to be a new MarioKart coming out soon and he’s saying he wants that for his birthday. In this household the Wii U is a definite hit.

Did your children get any Christmas presents they really loved? Any surprise hits?


My Love of Movies

Mama and More

First of all I want to thank Luci over at MotherWifeMe for making my post last week a feature on her #AllAboutYou post this morning. Luci you have made my day!

When I was a little girl I dreamed of the day a prince would come and save me from my boring life. I watched movies like Cinderella, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves and The Little Mermaid, sang along to the songs and wondered why my life wasn’t like that. Why didn’t I get the boy I liked? I was a bit of a geek if I’m honest but I still imagined that one day ‘my prince would come’.

This isn’t a ‘happy ever after’ post where I tell you he did and we’re married and have a fabulous life, blah, blah. I want to tell you that all those years ago is when my love of movies began. All the girly ones are great and get better as you grow up, I remember watching Jerry Macguire about one hundred times. Those movies that have two people falling in love are fantastic and you always feel good when they’re finished. I think rom-coms are my favourite with Love Actually at all time number one movie. Moulin Rouge and The Holiday are up there too. It’s no surprise that I enjoy these movies, after all I am well-and-truly in their target market but these aren’t the only movies I like.

Fracture starring Ryan Gosling and one of my all-time favourite actors Anthony Hopkins is dark and compelling. The story is fantastic and the acting - brilliant. I love the ending but I don’t want to tell you about it - Go watch it! I promise you won’t regret it. Another ‘dark’ movie I think is fantastic is Seven with Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman and Kevin Spacey. A serial killer is loose and the detectives try their very best to find him. Kevin Spacey plays a brilliant part in this movie and is very convincing. Another movie that I suggest you see if you haven’t already.

On a lighter note Simon Pegg is amusing in Shaun of the Dead and Paul but my favourite movie starring him and Nick Frost has to be Hot Fuzz. Me and the hubby know the script to this movie and have watched it so many times that I think the DVD may be broken! It’s funny and has a great story - another must see.

Most of the movies I have mentioned above are fairly old now and having two children and a busy life we don’t get much opportunity to go to the cinema anymore. We do, however, get to rent the movies on the Apple TV, which is better than nothing. A movie we did manage to see at the cinema was The Great Gatsby which was directed by Baz Lurhman. There’s a talented man. We love most of his movies including Moulin Rouge, Romeo & Juliet and The Great Gatsby - all of which are on our favourites list. The Great Gatsby is an amazing movie which draws you in from the moment it starts. If you do see it try to pay attention to the music too because the soundtrack for this movie is awesome, I have it playing most of the time while I’m working. Now You See Me was another movie from last year but this one we rented and then later bought on DVD. A great movie that is a little different.

My favourite movie of last year?


This movie is unlike anything else I’ve ever watched and we’ve seen it twice at the cinema. The second time was just as good as the first even though I knew what was coming and although the cast is minimal it is a fantastic movie. If you wanted a recommendation Gravity would be it. There is no way to describe this movie other than to say it’s about space. If I said anymore I would give away the story. If you are bored of all other movie types give this one a try - it is completely different, a breath of fresh air.

So there you have it. I LOVE movies and when I’m not taking care of the children, doing housework, cooking meals or writing then I’m watching movies. I like being able to escape into another world while I watch people’s lives unfold in front of me. Maybe it’s the writer in me that thrives on this stuff or maybe it’s just the escapist, either way I enjoy myself (as long as the movie isn’t terrible). This year I’m looking forward to seeing The Lego Movie in February. 

I’m linking up this post to #AllAboutYou Link & Pin Party, you all know me a little better now and I got to give recommendations for some great movies. Win, win I say! :)

Do you have any favourite movies you’d like to recommend? Tell me below and I’ll give them a try if I haven’t seen them. Have a great day everyone.

Our Entertainer is Back

Good Morning all, I trust you had a fabulous weekend and are looking forward to this week’s antics, I know I am. It’s week two of my posting every day and I can’t wait to get started, I guess that’s a good sign?

Anyway as it’s Monday I’m linking this post up to #MagicMoments over at The Oliver’s Madhouse, Jaime is a lovely person and the group that get involved in this link are kind and friendly. Why not hop over there and take a look?

When my youngest was a baby he was so cheerful, he’d spend most of the day smiling and laughing and very rarely you would see him crying. Then we went on holiday and while there we lost his comfort blanket and with it our cheerful boy seemed to disappear. He suddenly turned into a screaming, angry child who wouldn’t let anyone comfort him. We tried to buy him a new blanket, it was identical to the old one but he knew it was different and it didn’t get accepted. For three years I’ve felt the guilt of losing that blanket, it’s eaten away at me because I wonder if we’d just looked after it better we wouldn’t have lost our cheerful boy. The annoying thing about the blanket incident was that it wasn’t even me that lost it but it was a long time ago and there’s no point assigning blame now. 

On Friday night the hubby and I were talking as we went up to bed it was 1am. As we got to the top of the stairs the little one came scurrying out of his bedroom, the biggest smile on his face, and looked at us. Before I could say anything he grinned and gave us a little wave then turned around and went back to bed. We burst out laughing! He just wanted to come and say hello and then go back to bed but seeing his little smiling face and that energetic wave before he disappeared was amazing. It made me realise that my cheerful boy didn’t disappear the day of the blanket incident, he just went away for a while. I realised we have him back now, our little one is always the one to make people laugh, he’s an entertainer. The rush of love (and relief) that swept through me that night was indescribable but I’m sure all you parents out there know just what I’m talking about. 

We have our smiler back and I couldn’t be happier!

My Muse

Today I’m going to join in with the Prose for Thought link over at Verily Victoria Vocalises. I’ve been considering doing it for a while and I thought now would be a good time. So here’s some creative writing for you…

She screams. The sound bounces off the walls and rings in my ears. I can barely see her inside that dark confined space. She rushes to the bars, reaches her arms through and I notice the scrapes. Trying to grasp at me and pull me closer she pushes herself into the bars and stretches but only swipes at thin air. Tears begin to blur my vision and I turn my head away.

“Look at me” she spits.

I know she wants to be free. I know if I don’t let her out soon she’ll disappear and I’ll never see her again. The tears trickle onto my cheek and I look at her. She is standing in the centre of her cell, her bright white wings spread out. A light at her stomach begins to glow and slowly spreads throughout her body. I watch - completely captivated. The light pulses and I hear a low hum coming from somewhere close. She wraps her wings around herself and curls up into a ball on the floor. The light’s pulses get faster and my heart thumps.

A boom and a flash of light, I have to shield my eyes. The light dies away and I look at her again. The cell is gone. She is hovering two feet in the air surrounded by nothing but blue skies and she is smirking. She drifts closer and gently comes to the ground beside me. 

Leaning in she whispers, “Nothing can hold me for long.”

She laughs and jumps high in the air, doing back flips while flapping her huge wings.

“Now get back to work!” She yelled.

Love poetry or creative writing? Why not take the plunge and get involved with #Prose4T.

I’d love to know what you think of my attempt.

The Curse of the 30's

Okay, first of all I’m going to warn you that this post may be a little depressing.  Something has been happening to me recently and I wasn’t sure whether or not to write about it but when I realised it’s something that no one ever mentions I figured ‘why not?’

When you’re in your 20’s, nearing that big three-zero, it seems like it’s a huge number and some people don’t cope too well with it. I remember watching Friends, the one where Rachel turns 30, and thinking that would be me (if you haven’t seen it, why not?). It wasn’t as it turns out and I didn’t mind turning 30, it was just another number and I entered a new phase of my life. Everyone seems to make a big deal out of turning 30, I guess it’s because it’s when we’re expected to grow up, act more like an adult. At least when you’re in your twenties you can act how you like and most people will just say it’s because you’re young. Everyone I know told me that becoming 30 was the turning point, “It’s all downhill” they said. I didn’t believe them, of course. 

To be honest I don’t think it is all downhill, I think it’s just another step in the journey. Looking back, the thing that no one mentioned is that this is the decade you realise you are mortal. That sounds kind of stupid I know but hear me out. In the last few weeks something very unnerving has started happening to me. I’ve started to think about my, my husband’s and even my children’s mortality. Everywhere I look I see something that could completely change our life or I worry that when the little one jumps off the couch all kinds of things could go wrong and he’ll end up in the hospital. I never realised before how vulnerable we are… all of us, all the time. I never thought that this would dawn on me in this decade - and no one warned me about it either, which makes it even worse.

My husband used to have to fly over to America quite a lot with work, he’d spend a week there and then come home. It never bothered me, even when he was in France for the riots and the collapse at the Charles De Gaulle Airport. Don’t get me wrong I did worry about him. He was on a plane on 9/11 heading for New York and… well let’s just say that my husband has been in areas where stuff happens. A lot. A few weeks ago he went into Nottingham in our car to a meeting which I expected him back from at about 6pm. Six o’clock came and went and you won’t believe the things that went through my mind. I was panicky, couldn’t think about anything but where he was and if he was ok. He’s been away from me for weeks at a time and this completely threw me.

I think what I’m trying to say is that turning thirty is no big deal, it’s the whole decade that is the big deal. The fact that you realise someone you know could get hurt, someone you love may well be in an accident, get diagnosed with Cancer or some other disease and there is nothing you can do about it. Life happens, death happens and you realise it’s going to happen to you too.

My philosophy now? Enjoy life. Take any opportunity you have to make new friends, take on new challenges and push yourself. Tackle problems head on, don’t ignore things that annoy you and most of all LOVE. Your husband, lover, friend… anyone. Make sure that you experience the euphoria of having someone cling to you so tight that you can’t breath, hearing them say ‘I love you’ and know they really, truly mean it. After all, that’s what life’s really about isn’t it?