For a (former) card carrying member of the sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll generation, taking anti-depressants should be a no-brainer, right? Except when it isn’t. 1,405 more words
I f’ing hate flying with kids.
And I’m guessing if you’re reading this post you’re not a big fan of it either.
Don’t get me wrong, the whole idea of being a cosmopolitan mum city hoping with my kids, licking ice cream in Italy and sun worshiping on the golden beaches of the Caribbean sounds as appealing than a night with Tom Hardy. 1,254 more words