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Blogging so my kids can read about themselves when they are older, as I may still be too traumatised to talk about it.

The ultimate childrens birthday party

Posted Tuesday 6th October 2015   By Ericka Waller

So I’m still recovering from Thing-three’s fourth birthday party yesterday. It was such a success I feel qualified to give my tips on how to throw the ultimate kids party. 1. Never have it at home I can’t stress this enough. It is never worth it. Kids need lots of room to run around, pop balloons and scream. Unless you live in an old disused orphanage, hold it somewhere else. I booked out the hall at my local community centre. It had an outside space and a kitchen. This meant the children could go mad in the hall, while the parents hid outside drinking tea and eating olives and hobnobs.

Car drivers here should give up caffine instead

Posted Friday 2nd October 2015   By Ericka Waller

Do you know who I am? We finally know who Ronnie Pickering is this week, after the ex ‘bare-knuckle fighter’ from Hull was caught on camera being rather hostile to the motorcyclist in front who was waiting to turn right. Pickering decided the motorcyclist was taking too long to make his manoeuvre. From the video, the delay looked due to the fact there were cars coming in the other direction, but ‘One-punch-Ronnie’ was in a hurry and started beeping his Citron Picasso horn in an aggressive fashion, before following the biker and demanding he stop his bike so Ronnie could call him a string of obscenities before asking ‘Do you know who I am?’ four or five times, then offering him a fist fight. The motorcyclist, Mr Steve Middleton said “When he said 'Do you know who I am?', I thought he was going to say he is some sort of gangster. I don't know of any gangsters in Hull.”

Why running makes me a better mum

Posted Friday 2nd October 2015   By Ericka Waller

I first started running when I was 22 and had replaced cigarettes for baguettes and cream cheese. Before long I could not fit into my clothes. Luckily for me, the place I was working at had a gym on-site. To my shame, I discovered that I was so unfit, it would be dangerous for me to try running on the treadmill. I was instructed (by the awesome Elle, who was my fitness inspiration and is still my biggest girl crush of all time) to power-walk, then add a slope in slowly.

The gift of music keeps on giving, time after time - Argus Friday 25th September 2015

Posted Friday 25th September 2015   By Ericka Waller

IS MUSIC the greatest gift you can give your children? Gareth Malone OBE, the celebrated choir master and broadcaster, recently cited Bach as the music that every child should listen to, not the Frozen soundtrack. My classical music loving mum would have loved me to listen to Bach, but I was more of a Boney-M kid. One of my earliest memories is the day my grandad gave me his old portable tape-deck. It was covered in plaster from his work as an Artexer, and it only came with one tape, ABBA. I listened to that tape until my dad pleaded with me to change it, passing me Blondie instead. Before long, I was going through my parent’s vinyl collection, picking and choosing my new favourites. Bob Dylan, Dire Straits, Joan Baez, Rolling Stones, Steely Span. My dad and I would sit up for hours listening to his favourites, him telling me how much the record cost at the time, or what car he was driving. He gave me his life story through music, and in doing so, gave me a soundtrack for my own.

Better to have less money and more mummy - Argus Friday 19th June 2015

Posted Monday 21st September 2015   By Ericka Waller

SO David Cameron’s Childcare Bill offers to double free childcare for three and four-year-olds. Apparently this is a great incentive for parents to go back to work, but is it what’s best for our children? The Bishop of Durham warns that this incentive is too focussed on childcare and not on the child itself. I am a stay-at-home-mum to three daughters, aged three, five and seven. I went back to the office six-months after having my first child, and was about as popular as a fart in a lift as I ‘only’ did four-days a week.

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