A week away to Lynton, Devon…

We left the Friday of a bank holiday weekend (big mistake) it took us about just over SIX hours to get to our destination. We arrived at our hotel – valley of rocks hotel tired, hungry and with a car full of cases and children. The first hurdle…there were no ramps or access for buggies/suitcases/wheelchairs? So after carrying up 4 cases and a baby in a buggy – I was knackered! To then be told that we had missed dinner and were offered just a ham sandwich instead, I was not happy. 


After finding a lift to take us up a few floors and navigating corridors, further random steps with a baby in a buggy, a child and two cases (my mum and sister had taken theirs) we arrived at our ‘family room.’ There was just two single beds and no cot. 

I picked up the phone to call reception to request a cot…only to find the phone in my room did not work. Leading to a trip back down the stairs with the children (minus the cases) to inquire about said cot. 

Back at the room, I was trying to settle the very tired little travellers down. The cot finally arrived and after a bit of faffing by the handyman the cot was up! It was time to make the baby a bottle and a cup of tea for a very frazzled mummy, I filled the kettle, turned on the switch and you guessed it…the kettle didn’t work. You couldn’t make it up. I couldn’t call down to reception…so I gathered up the children and went down again to request a working kettle. 

Kettle arrived. Milk was made. Tea was drunk, mummy felt defeated but nothing a good sleep wouldn’t sort out I thought. 

In the morning we went down for breakfast, ravenous from the lack of dinner the night before. The cooked breakfast was nice but I feel they would benefit from adding some pastries, fruit and yoghurt to the menu as by the end of the week – I was sick of the sight of sausages. 

Overall the hotel looks lovely from the outside, and has undergone some modernisation inside, but is tired in other areas like where one of our windows was stuffed with tissue paper instead of being repaired. I would not have classed our room as a ‘family room.’ There was only a shower, no bath so there was nowhere to wash the baby, there was no fridge, there was also no option of a zed bed…so unless your baby is of cot size you couldn’t of shared a room?! Also you could only get wifi in the main hall of the hotel – not in your rooms. In this day and age wifi should be available in your room. 

I think the hotel is mainly geared up for the older generation and I did get some frowning looks from the other guests if the baby moaned at the dinner table. If they want to become more family friendly – they would benefit from a children’s menu as my daughter rarely liked anything from the set menu and ended up eating a lot of chips (she’s not even my fussy eater!).

The hotel itself is in a lovely location and Lynton was very beautiful. A short drive away is woody bay railway & steam train which was a nice way to spend the morning. I think we got a family ticket and that cost around £18 which was worth it, as although the journey in itself is not a long one – you can go on as many times in a day as you’d like to. The staff were also very lovely and played their parts well. It was our first time on a steam train and I would reccomend it as we all enjoyed it. 

Overall we enjoyed our week away. If the hotel made a few changes I’m sure it would be lovely and I’m glad to report the drive home only took 4 hours – although we won’t be making any journeys that far again until the baby is a lot older. If you do go to Lynton and you have a baby – make sure you bring enough baby milk as the shops do not stock milk powder nearby. We loved Devon and would like to go again someday but maybe somewhere with a few more shops nearby. 

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Should’ve gone to specsavers…

My daughter was due her eye check so I made an appointment over the phone and popped along after school to specsavers. 

She was ‘star of the week’ at school this week which means we get to take this delightfully grubby little bunny teddy called Raggles everywhere we go…affectionately renamed by us as snot rag! 

Anyway, Lulu, snot rag and I arrived in good time for her appointment and perused the endless amount of glasses on display while waiting to be seen.


All the staff are friendly and accommodating and it’s not long before we’re seen. 

We were taken into one of the rooms where Lulu’s eyes were checked by using a mixture of little lights and a big machine that made the letters clearer or blurrier to get a good overall view on what she could see. 


I’m glad to report that both human and stuffed bunny both got glowing results in their eye tests and will not be needing glasses. The optometrist was lovely and really made Lulu feel at ease with all the checks & we will get another appointment for next year just to make sure everything is as it should be. 

If you’re thinking of getting an eye test for your child, look up specsavers online for your nearest store and booking info. I can’t recommend them highly enough! 🤓

Here ear…

The past three weeks have been a little bit of a nightmare. 

My daughter was booked in to have her ears pinned back, her first ever operation. She handled it wonderfully…no tears…no drama…mummy on the other hand had a full on Kim K cry face sob when she went under the anesetic. I wondered if I was doing the right thing, hoping everything would go to plan and I could have her back with me soon. 

Once she was under I was handed a little buzzer…you know the ones you get in the harvester?…I was told when she was awake the buzzer would go off and I could retrieve my child, which made me feel like I was waiting for a table not my baby lol! 

The operation is classed as a day case, so once she was awake, eating and drinking again she was allowed to go home.

After taking the bandages off, one ear looked more sore and redder than the other one – but that was the one that was more prominent so we thought nothing of it. She had no temperature, no pain, nothing so we just cleaned it everyday and hoped it was getting better.

When we went for her one week post op check up – we were told that they were not happy with the redder ear and she would have to be operated on again right there and then. I had the baby with me, no clothes or anything for Lulu and I was a bit shocked that my little girl was about to have her second anesetic & operation within a week. 

When she awoke the second time, she was sore and sad and that made my heart sink. I was also told that she would be kept in for a few days on strong iv antibiotics as the ear is a hard place for antibiotics to get too. The baby was not allowed to stay at the hospital so luckily we had lots of great family members on board to take it in turns with me as to who would stay what nights. I wanted to be with her all the time but also didn’t want to leave the baby for too long so it was difficult, the more children you have the harder it is to split yourself in these sorts of situations.

Anyway Lulu felt fab in herself following the op and I think started to get cabin fever stuck in the hospital with the lovely weather outside. It was almost one week after the second op, her ear looked great, she was doing really well and I was expecting them to say we could go home but they dropped another bombshell…they wanted her fasted from that evening to possibly have a third surgery in the morning. 

I lost it by this point. The thought of her having to have a third surgery in two weeks when she was making great progress really really upset me. Thankfully the next morning the surgeon came round and said her ears looked great and we could *finally* go home! Which was great timing as we had a holiday to Devon booked for the following day and she so needed the sea air and change of scenery. We’ve still got two weeks of oral antibiotics to get through and we’re not necessarily out of the woods yet but we’re on holiday…her ears look fantastic…her confidence has grown and she’s so happy with them…although I’ve been told I need to learn how to do plaits now haha! X 

To all of the wonderful nhs staff that looked after my baby and helped to calm my nerves…thank you 💗

The story of Benjy Bunn…

We were lucky enough to be sent a copy of ‘Benjy Bunn’s Busy Day’ so tonight, after bath time my babies and I sat down to read what Benjy had been getting up too. 


You could be mistaken for thinking that Benjy is a naughty bunny…but that’s not the case, he just wants to help even if he gets things wrong along the way. 

The Benjy series was written in 1973 by Bev Scott Prior as a story for her children, now all these years later it has been illustrated by her own grandchildren which I think makes the book that little bit more special. 

My six year old managed to read the book to her brother almost without any help from me and her favourite part was when he tried to make his mummy a cake, she also loved the reoccurring worm illustrations and actively looked for him every time she turnt the page. When asked if she thought Benjy was a naughty bunny, she replied; ‘No mummy, he’s just trying to be helpful!’ 

Overall we really enjoyed the book and can’t wait to find out what trouble Benjy will get into next time…

These shoes are made for walking…

We’ve reached another milestone with my little man…his first shoes. He’s not walking on his own yet but is walking confidently if you are holding his hands so we thought it was about time. Obviously our first stop was Clarks. I love Clarks…especially for first shoes, aswell as being a trusted brand & super comfy, the staff are so helpful and make a potentially stressful situation (with a mischievous toddler) into a moment you will treasure forever. 


We went for the Tiny pebble navy canvas trainers priced at £19 and Rocco looks pretty pleased with the result! I know Clarks are sometimes considered a bit more expensive than other brands, but the quality speaks for itself and these will last him a good while now…unless he has another growth spurt haha! X 

Get a career dear…

I’ve always envied those people who have known from a young age what they have wanted to do and pursued the right channels in education and life to get there. I never knew what I wanted to do, I think half the problem stems from having too much choice. To name a few I’ve wanted to be, an actress, an artist, a psychologist, a spaceman (until I watched that awful George clooney film where they spun so much it made me feel sick) a mermaid (that ones a long shot…but hey you’ve gotta have dreams) and everything in between. 

I had acting lessons when I was younger, for one term. I really enjoyed them but at the time I don’t think my mum could afford them and also told me that she didn’t think acting was a real career option for me…maybe she was right but they’ll always be an empty space on my shelf where that Oscar should’ve been 😉

One thing I’ve always loved is writing but I guess I never thought of it as a career option until a few years ago. I would love to be a published author one day. To see my words printed in an actual book…that one day may be turned into a play or a film that I (I mean real actors) could perform in. But again I get the doubts, will it be good enough? What if no one likes it? What’s the point you’ll never get published anyway?! So I don’t get any further than a few scrambled and rambling pages in a notebook. If you are a published author I take my metaphorical hat off to you…it’s hard work, but I imagine is so, so worth it! 

So basically what I’m trying to say in a round about way is, if you don’t know what career path you want to pursue yet – don’t worry we all get there in the end, it just takes some longer than others to realise their dreams…and even if your mum says you can’t do that…you can! Unless it’s like a serial killer or something…you definitely shouldn’t pursue that haha! So JK Rowling…watch out 😉 X 

Two years ago…

Two years ago today was the last time I heard your voice before you became too medicated to speak. I told you how much I loved you and that you were my dad in my heart and always would be, how proud I was of you and that you were my idol. Even though MS had taken your body down bit by bit, your beautifully funny, sarcastic, spirited and clever mind never faltered. You ran a successful business even though you hadn’t left the house in years through being wheelchair bound, smoked like a trooper, washed down your medicine with a Jack Daniels and coke and always enjoyed life even though you were dealt some bad cards. Your laugh was infectious, your smile lit up the room. Although you could be a pain in the ass at times, like making me roll you 10,000 cigarettes a day (may be over reacting a little bit) I’d do it all over again for just one more day with you. Thank you for teaching me what a real dad should be. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for the true love you made my mum feel (I’ve never seen two people more made for each other than you two) and thank you just simply for coming into our lives. I love you and I miss you everyday. I may not have shared your blood but I shared your heart…and that’s more than enough for me. Two years ago I went to sleep holding your hand, you may not have woken up…but you live on everyday in my heart 💗 

Under the bonnet…

Why don’t a lot of schools do Easter parades anymore? My mum has a lovely photo of me doing mine when I was younger and I really wanted one of my daughter. We love doing anything crafty so decided to make one anyway. It was such a cheap but effective and fun way to spend the afternoon.

I picked up a plain bonnet, some chicks, some light up eggs and some brown wool all from poundland and poundworld – the chicks were reduced to 75p and poundworld had a 3 for 2 offer on their Easter craft section so that was great. 


After deciding where we wanted to place everything we attached it all mainly using the wool and even attached dangly mini eggs…incase she gets hungry obvs! Haha! But all in all it was a lovely way to spend the afternoon with her for the grand old price of about £5 and it looked really effective…even if I do say so myself. Have a lovely Easter guys x 

Where’s my keys?…

Recently I was sent a Recover-key. If you’re anything like me and always forgetting things or leaving items behind (I like to blame it on baby brain – how long can we use that excuse for?) or likewise if you let your baby play with your keys so you can shop in peace and then get to your car and realise the baby isn’t holding your keys anymore, what do you do? Obviously retracing your steps and going back into the shops you’ve just been in would be a start but with recover key…if someone finds the keys before you even realise they’re missing – everyone’s a winner! 

Recover-key is a bright yellow keyring (so it’s easier to spot) with a 24/7 telephone number,email address & It has a four digit ID number unique to you. So when ‘Mr Smith’ finds your keys he can call the telephone number & hopefully reunite you with them. 

After speaking to Mr Smith, recover key would call you and act as a middle man – arranging a suitable and safe place that you and Mr Smith could meet up to get your keys back or to tell you where Mr Smith has left them for you (in a bar or a shop). 

In theory recovery key is a great idea, but this is only if everyone plays their part – like calling the phone number as soon as they find them etc… I think when recover key is more well known people would be more likely to do this.

The company only holds your house address until it has sent out your keyring. After that it deletes it for data protection and it only stores your phone number and email address so it can contact you when your keys have been found. 

Thankfully I have not lost my keys since recieving my key ring but I do now have a bit more peace of mind that they would be returned to me than I did before. 

Recover key is great because you only pay a one off fee & there’s no subscription needed or any hidden costs…if you’re quick I think they currently have a half price deal on their website;

http://www.recover-key.co.uk/ 

So go and check it out asap!