Meet New Blogger Friends

Happy four-day weekend, everybody!

While I have time off from work, I would like to meet some new bloggers, and also to promote my new health and wellness website. And what is the best way to do that? A link train!

I got this idea from another blogger, and also from the Twitter trains, which have introduced me to so many excellent bloggers. This is almost exactly the same – add your link in the comments and show some love to the other bloggers. It’s a great way to meet new people and discover like-minded blogs.

So I’ll go first.

My primary blog is

My poetry blog is

And my new website that needs some special love is

Comment with your link, and start showing some love! 💜

Book Review: The Visitor by K.L. Slater

I was really excited to purchase this book when I spotted it on Amazon at just 99p for the Kindle version. The author has penned quite a few other titles, and I imagined I had stumbled on a new fave.

Well, you know what they say about judging a book by its cover!

Holly is a woman with a past, returning to the town she grew up in with her tail between her legs. With no money and nowhere to live, she is taken in by the kindly but odd Cora, who has a hidden story of her own.

Neighbour David is another oddball, filling his mornings with his self-important job as a car park attendant a local store Kellingtons, and his afternoons and evenings as the self-appointed Neighbourhood Watch on his street.

They become friends, and it is clear that David has the beginnings of an obsession, while Holly is just living day-by-day and making ‘the most’ of her new life, and therefore doesn’t really take him seriously.

The story jumps between the present and the past both Holly and David are trying to escape, and their past turmoil is definitely a little more exciting than their humdrum lives working at Kellingtons.

Yes, I say humdrum because, even though the storyline has the potential to be great, nothing actually really happens. It is just boring, everyday life. David’s character could have become something fantastically creepy and entertaining, but it just failed to launch, much like the rest of the book.

There is a twist right at the end, which did redeem the book very slightly, but as I had forced myself to continue reading throughout, I didn’t think it warranted a better rating.

2 stars on Goodreads. Disappointingly bland.

Going Solo

So, I have been doing some major thinking over the past few weeks. If you are familiar with my posts, you will know that I have been at crossroads in my career life for a while now. In short, I have absolutely no idea what I want to be when I grow up, and have been merely existing in my current role as a payroll administrator.

Well, I am excited to say, there have been some small developments in that area.

Actually, I’m hoping that these small developments will turn into something big, but let’s take things one step at a time.

I have decided that I would like to be a life coach. Furthermore, I have started a new business blog, Instagram, and Facebook page for my life coaching career, called A Happier Life For You.

Now, for those darlings who follow the links to check out my new online venture, it is still in very early stages. What I mean by that is, my website is virtually unprepared, and I have barely posted over on Facebook and IG.

But I’m getting there, slowly but surely.

By writing about it today in this blog post, I am committingmyself to it, which will definitely encourage me to continue.

I know what I want, but I sometimes lack the motivation, especially when I have other stuff going on in my life.

Of course, I’ve still got my office job as I do need to pay the bills, but this is a great opportunity for me to take control of my working life and work for myself instead of dealing with bad management and office politics.

Exciting times ahead! And if you do visit my IG, FB, or business blog and give me a follow/like, I’m not joking when I said there isn’t yet much to see – but it would be very much appreciated. As would any feedback or suggestions for my website. 😊

Book Review: Trespassing by Brandi Reeds

This was my Kindle First choice for March, and OMG, I’m glad I chose it.

When Veronica’s three year-old daughter Elizabella begins talking to an imaginary friend, Veronica worries that hereditary schizophrenia may be the cause. As a child, she had watched her mother succumb to the disease, and she is frightened for her daughter. Already fraught with tension due to her ongoing IVF treatment, things take a turn for the worse when husband Micah fails to return home after a business trip, and Veronica’s seemingly perfect life begins to unravel.

Suddenly, Elizabella is appearing to predict Micah’s death, which is surely impossible, and the police are suspicious of Veronica’s part in her husbands disappearance. She digs deeper into his life in an effort to track his last movements, and is shocked to discover the extent of Micah’s lies.

Did Micah’s plane really crash into the sea? Why does Veronica own a house in Key West that she has no knowledge of? And who is the night-time smoker who seems to be following her everywhere?

The suspense in this novel is nail-biting, and it is difficult to know who Veronica can trust throughout the story. There are so many twists and turns, along with a smidgen of romance. It certainly keeps you guessing!

This is a brilliant debut novel. I loved it!

Happy Mother’s Day #WeekendCoffeeShare

It always baffles me why events such as Mother’s Day are celebrated at different times of the year in different countries. Why not have a universal date?

Anyway, here in the UK, today is Mother’s Day. It is held exactly three weeks before Easter Sunday, on the fourth Sunday of Lent. Apparently. As somebody who is not religious in the slightest, this is news to me, but interesting news nonetheless.

So today, if you are joining me for coffee, we will be discussing our mums. I hope this is okay when you.

My mum is incredible. Okay, in my younger years, she had her faults. She let me down, she wasn’t supportive, she had a terribly histrionic temper. It couldn’t have been easy, being a single parent to three kids, two of who went off the rails (my brother and sister, not me.)

These days, she is always there for me when I need her. She isn’t great with the advice, but she will try her hardest to help, whatever the problem. She knows her limitations though, but she will put herself out there for her children.

She is easily my best friend. I don’t really discuss my problems with anyone, but if I do, it’s with my mum.

She’s also a brilliant handyman. She can turn her hand to most things. She can sew, hang wallpaper, and make a mean lasagne, better than any other I’ve tasted. Better than a true Italian lasagne.

She’s also ditzy and forgetful and has a crazy sense of humour.

For Mother’s Day, she asked me to take her to the gym. Yep, not my idea of a celebration, but what she wants, she gets. While there, we were watching a woman in her 50’s on the rowing machine. She spent at least 30 minutes on there, maybe more. As fledgling gym bunnies, we were in awe of her stamina. On approaching the rowing machines to do our 5 minutes, my mum turned to the woman, a complete stranger, and said, “have you got to Australia yet?”

I love my mum. She’s ace.

Apart from my son, she’s my favourite person in the world.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mums out there! 💜

March 5th Memories

Monday was a significant day for me, although I wish it wasn’t. Every year when March the 5th comes around, it reminds me of Him.

It the birthday of The One That Got Away.

Well, I say The One That Got Away, but what I really mean is The Bullet I Dodged.

Even though, I still think of him. But not in an I Wish You Were Mine kind of way. More a What Was I Thinking kind of way.

There is always The One that you fall for with your entire being, only for them to break your heart so completely that it will probably never heal again.

And even if it does, it will always have fault lines and missing pieces.

He was that person. I thought it was real love. I thought he was The One. But now I’ve come to my senses, I’m not sure what I was thinking.

I no longer miss him. I no longer want him back. I no longer think of him when I wake each morning, and last thing at night.

But he does still cross my mind, more often than I am comfortable with. I’m certainly not in love with him anymore. I liken it to an important lesson that changes your life forever, and which stays with you until you learn something new and just as important. Like figuring out algebra or something. Having my heart smashed into pieces by him has taught me the hardest lesson I have ever had to learn – that my low self-esteem has led me into situations I should never have even considered being involved in.

Now I’m learning to love myself instead of men who really aren’t worth my time and effort, I suppose it is only normal to mull over the mistakes I’ve made in the past, and the lessons I’ve learned.

That’s the only reason I still think about him. Because this heart is now closed. This heart is now healing.