WTF is going on? You may ask… Well… my mother works for herself and for no other reason than trying to impress one of her clients, she claimed that she had a Personal Assistant to help manage her diary, run errands, keep her topped up with coffee and so on. It was one of those […]

That was only three days into the two week filming schedule. Day one was normal… ish. Super Nanny simply observed Mum and I throughout the day, and at the end of the day she proposed what changes needed to be made. On day two I was informed that I’d be petticoated, both day and night. […]

A group of Ashford boys are chatting in the school yard. “So what do you think about the new uniform?” Tom asked. The rest expressed their disapproval, most of whom were transferring to Central Comprehensive to avoid having to wear it. “Lucky buggers.” Tom gulped. “You’re not staying here are you?” John asked. Tom nodded […]

Although working on a market stall each and every Saturday was a bit of a chore, the extra money made it all worth it. Some of my school friends thought I was a ‘dag’ for having a job, but they were also envious that I had more spending money than they had. They teased me […]

My brothers and I were all concerned about our mother. A few years ago she was a normal happy mother, full of the joys of spring, so to speak. But after the doctors told her that she could no longer have children, meaning she wouldn’t have the daughter she’d always longed for, she fell into […]

Neither myself nor my brother could believe this was happening as our mother opened the double doors of our wardrobe to reveal a resplendent display of skirts, blouses and dresses. “You honestly don’t expect us to wear those do you?” Peter asked. “Well after you two have had a bath, you won’t have any choice […]

Peter’s childhood was relatively normal; he played army with his friends, climbed trees, had a train set and loads of action figures and liked nothing more than his trusty old jeans with a hole in the knee, a zip up hoodie and his thoroughly worn in trainers. His mother, Helen is an architect and his […]

  Peter looks at his sister’s legs, clad in white tights which appear much thicker than his pop socks. “Aren’t they warm?” he asks. “Not really.” Sally replies as she put her foot on the bench and runs her hand over her stockinged leg. “They’re nicer than pop socks.” she adds.   With a little […]

I never understood my sister… or girls in general. It seemed as long as something was pink, they liked it. Growing up, my toys were trains and tanks, aircraft and spaceships. Action man, Batman, Spiderman, guns and skateboards and remote control cars. My sister however had dolls, a dolls house, and yet more dolls. She […]

“Peter!” shouted his mother from the foot of the stairs. “What?” Peter shouted from his bedroom. “I need to go into town to get some things for Abigail’s party on Saturday.” “OK.” he shouted back. A moment later his mum shouted, “Well come on then, I haven’t got all day.” “Can’t I stay here?” he […]