Moving, Again, Yes Siree.

Bloody, bloody renting.

I hate it.

After 4 years of damp, disgraceful conditions and a toss pot of a Craplord, we are outta here on Wednesday.

Its a big move but not as big as we first thought it would be, as instead of having all out debate (read: swearing at each other and sulking until one of us got our way) over moving back to Kent (me) versus moving to Cornwall (Elder), we are moving to just outside of Reading instead.

I know that goes from one extreme to the other, but I found the house we are going to be renting online while eating lunch and lamenting we’d never find anywhere and end up in a flat forever. 

The Craplord surpassed himself up until then though, going so far as to lie to the court that we are behind in our rent whilst simultaneously writing us a letter saying we have never owed him rent. It was an attempt to get us out in a fortnight, which didn’t work, and which the court suggested I contact the local fraud office over, but I really cannot be bothered and simply hope karma makes him disappear up his own backside shortly. 

The new house is smaller, but the Brats will still, thankfully have their own rooms. I wasn’t looking forward to the pitch battles sharing would’ve have caused in two kids who have never ever shared a room. In our new village, house prices are the same for a 3 bed with garden near parks and schools as a two bed flat in Maidenhead.

We have no school as yet- the only minus side which is sure to organise itself over the next few months- as there are currently no spaces and as Mini is in Year 2 and about to sit exams they are reluctant to move her anyway. So, for now, we will have to commute them to their current school, its 15 minutes drive in non traffic, possibly half an hour in the morning due to rush hour. Not perfect but not much you can do bar end up being fined up to your neck.

As a result, I will be offline for a few days until the lovely TalkTalk come and reconnect me to the 21st century. 

Enjoy your half term guys! I’ll report back on the move soon 🙂


Is It Just Me: Who Thinks the Changes to the CSA Are Yet Another Tory Fatcat Scam?

I start this post by saying I am lucky. I am very lucky that both the The Brats have their Dad living with us. I say lucky as I know a fair few who aren’t and who sadly, the Dads are reprehensible scumbags.

At any time that a couple decide to have babies, I would imagine for the majority its at a time when you’re in love, and make the decision together, or, like Mini, they are a welcome and happy surprise. 

However, for decades, having a child has not meant a couple, male, female or same sex, is guaranteed to stay together until one of you passes away. The notion of staying together for the children has long since become an outdated throwback.

In most cases, the parents are able to spit amicably, and whoever should be the one who takes the lions share of custody also receives money from the other for the upkeep of their joint offspring. Its what normal, mature people do.

But unfortunately, and I know from friends, that sometimes this doesn’t happen. Sometimes people don’t agree, and have to chase that money through courts, using the CSA.

Now, I have been told by these friends that the CSA can be a complete pain in the rear end, and it can take months, in some cases years to track down and shake them upside down until they pay what is right and proper for their child’s upkeep. In some cases, they have been violent to their ex-partner or even their child, and thus, the parent left to pick up the pieces welcomes whatever help the CSA can give.

Cut to yesterday though, when up and down the land single parent’s woke to find out the CSA is having an overhaul. 

In fact, its being completely changed, and never one’s to miss out on picking on the poor, the Tories have decided that, should you not be able to agree as an ex-couple, one of you will be expected to pay for the help of the CSA. Whether they get results or not.

Is it just me though who feels a lot of single parent’s go through the annoyance of CSA because, financially, they are responsible for the child or children and they cannot afford to manage by themselves, and to make them pay is just not going to work for most?

I saw anguished tweets and facebook messages up and down the country. One friend has spent years and years waiting for any small amount (and it is tiny in most cases), only to find out her violent ex who has not so much as sent a word of concern for his children in near ten years and who has played no part in their lives in that time, who had to be chased and chased to pay up, is now going to, effectively, get off scot free.

Who would want to be in that situation if it took years to stump up the courage to leave? Yes, there will be those who argue that for the sake of the child or children you should be able to discuss a financial plan like adults without a tax payer funded agency to do it for you. But not every case is as simple as a former couple breaking up amicably. Some I dare say wont want their ex to even know what part of the country they live in.

I don’t want to sound like Jeremy Kyle here, but there are enough lax and lazy parents out there who simply go through life having a football teams worth of kids with different partners and dumping the responsibility on someone else. 

Doing this amounts to taking food yet again from vulnerable kids. 

It means that one big deterrent will be gone, as most absent parent’s will live safe in the knowledge their ex wont be able to afford to chase what is rightfully their child’s money.

I say this CSA shake up should be scrapped, and if you must revitalise a much maligned agency, then do it to the detriment of the absent, non paying parent.

Not to the detriment of the poor kids already missing one parent. 

Is It Just Me: Questioning When an Opinion Piece goes from Thought Provoking to Cyber Bullying?

Now, if you’re a blogger you will probably know what I’m talking about, if not, briefly, a major parenting website that isn’t Mumsnet or Netmums and has “dish” in the title, decided to write an article about a blogger’s way of making artistic lunches for her young son.

Its called Bento, a SE Asian word for lunch box. But their lunchbox, and this bloggers lunchbox, has little containers of artfully crafted food (I mean seriously arty, amazingly so), to tempt whoever it is made for. Not like I usually do, whereby I sleepily chuck a bag of crisps, a cake bar, and a roll in Littlest’s Spiderman lunch box.

The thing is, I’m all for opinions and debate. I like a good rant where its due too. But the lady in question had not deserved the rant. The post didn’t read like it was sparking debate. It didn’t read like an opinion piece.

It read, to not just me, but to a lot of other people, and more importantly to the Blogger being written about, like a bullying diatribe of abuse.

The issue was, that it wasn’t bemoaning Bento as a concept, or photographing of kids lunch boxes. If it had of been, I don’t think it would have caused utter disbelief. It singled out the blogger herself, by name. It questioned her ability as a parent. It suggested she was not nurturing her son but making him, amongst other things, a Bullying target, a Mummies Boy, and wished the boys future spouse “luck”.

The misogynistic tone and subtext made me think it was written by a sneering bloke they’d borrowed from Loaded. It told the blogger to go “get a job”.

Problem is, it was written by a woman, a Mother herself. 

She didn’t research properly, as then she’d have known that the Blogger has, indeed, got a job, actually.

What right does someone, another Mum, have to slander someone in the name of witty journalism? It wasn’t a thought provoking article, it was a sensationalist attack. The site which hosted it has removed it after a barrage of comments, and has now complained to her supporters on Twitter that their poor site and journalist has been “bullied.” 

So, readers, when does an Opinion piece go from thought provoking and become cyber bullying? 

Personally, I would sue the site and its second rate hack too. But that’s me.

Comments welcome guys 🙂 Have a good weekend.

We’re All Off to a Summer Festival- Camp Bestival Blogger 2014

Longtime readers of this blog may recall that, four years ago, when Littlest was still in a buggy and Mini, well, actually Mini was still Mini, daft as a brush and prone to Diva tendencies, our family went to Camp Bestival on behalf of Johnsons.

We loved it, and have always meant to go back again.

You know me though readers- organisational skills of a house brick, so it didn’t happen.

I then spotted a tweet from the Camp Bestival team themselves, inviting bloggers to apply to cover the event and review it for them. 

I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to be chosen but I applied mid way through last year. Then, as I’m famous for, forgot all about it.

Until last night, when an absolutely brilliant and completely unexpected email dropped into my inbox. It seems that the Lazy Girl household is off to Lulworth Castle again to see the likes of Sinead O’Connor, De La Soul, James and Sophie Ellis Bextor, not to mention cracking comedy and shows fit for all ages.


For the third time last week, I did a little happy dance. The Brats jumped up and down screaming (God knows what they’d do if we did a “We’re going to Disneyland” advert on them. I think they’d faint). Elder immediately said he was going to bagsy front row for De La Soul (to recapture his lost youth no doubt and bust some questionable moves- if you watch this video, he’s the one dancing in a dark jumper from the start with long hair, circa 1989). 

Camp Bestival is the brain child of DJ Rob Da Bank, and is so great for families its been voted best festival year in, year out. It can be difficult to take two kids to a festival due to it being busy and muddy and not at all child friendly, but Camp Bestival caters to the kids from newborns to even the most uneasily pleased teens.

Mr Tumble will be there, along with a fun fair, a kids Catwalk (which no doubt we will have to pry Mini off of daily, if not hourly), and to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Roald Dahl releasing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, there are a number of events surrounding the book. Mini is especially looking forward to the likes of Jo Whiley reading excerpts from the book at bedtime over the three days.

We will be hopefully blogging from the event itself, so look out for tweets and the like from July 31st to August 3rd.

Fancy the event yourself or want to see who we’ll be rocking to? Then head on over to the Camp Bestival website for more, or follow their tweets at Twitter.