Live, Love, Laugh and Laundry?

Live, Love, Laugh and Laundry?

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A devotional for busy mums, easy to read and also to have some quiet time. There is also a challenge at the end of each reading to think about and maybe even. Daily scriptures for encouragement precede real life examples that will bring a smile Live, Love, Laugh & Laundry is a book I keep handy to read and re-read.

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What other items do customers buy after viewing this item? See questions and answers. Compare with similar items. Although I played cards with my parents until I was bored to tears on holiday, I will never take having fun as a family for granted with my children because I know what it is like to have a child turn around and say: So, the beginning of September is upon us, and the gleeful whoops of children bouncing on trampolines in back gardens the length and breadth of Britain every hour of the day will soon be a distant memory.

But wait, there is another sound which fills the air. Well, two different sounds actually; one sounds a bit like hysterical laughter and the other is the sound of mums sniffling into hankies while simultaneously taking photos of their children at the front door wearing school uniforms. Am I being too cynical? Well, I am a battle hardened Back to School Mum, one of the near-hysterical laughter brigade, so I can't apologise for feeling something approaching delight when the bell rings for the first day back. In fact, to prove my point that the holidays are well and truly OV-AH, this very morning, my youngest smacked my eldest in the eye with a tennis ball in an unprovoked attack.

Yesterday my eldest tried to squish my youngest under a pile of cushions. The space hopper in the garden is now a near lethal weapon known as "Mr Slappy" and whichever child gets it first can be relied upon to whack the other around the head with it. It's not a lack of discipline in the home, it's just a result of them being here too flaming long. And it is not as if I haven't taken them out and done stuff over the hols, if you please.

I actually learned to play basketball this summer. So don't tell me they haven't had a fantastic summer because they have. Everything has been pre-ordered, washed, lovingly ironed, tried on, hung in the wardrobe, taken out and tried on again in front of the grandparents. Probably at the bottom of a laundry basket or under a bed somewhere, in fact, wherever it was chucked back in July. OK, so, there are a few stains but there's no time to wash it now.

Just a quick iron, no-one will notice. Yes, the trousers are a bit small but I will order some online and they will be here by the end of the week. Shoes- half a size too small, ditto. This gives time for the correct filters to be sorted. The school gates are full to brimming with mums capturing the big moment on their iPhones so people keep bumping in to each other. Yogamums and Pilates lovers will of course instagram themselves in a variety of bendy poses, apologising to their followers for the six weeks' absence and which they have filled with a few shots of sunsets at Ibiza or Cornwall, when the kids didn't get in the way of course.

If the meals are provided by the school, she will have vetted that menu and satisfied herself that there is something her child will find acceptable. It's like having Jamie Oliver in charge. What is wrong with a bag of crisps and a chocolate bar? She will chuck in an apple if there is one loitering in the fruit bowl.

In any case, it's not oven chips on the menu again at home. All the chatter will stop as the little ones spill out into the playground for pick up, clutching a drawing and wearing a badge to show they have had a great day. The little one's creation will be treated with great reverence, like the discovery of a hitherto unseen Van Gogh, and proudly displayed on the kitchen wall, photographed, instagrammed, Facebooked etc.

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She will already have caught up with her real friends but will air kiss a few other school gate mavens and give others a wide berth as she pats her offspring on the head and scrumples his arty offering into her handbag. She will traipse off to the park with a few mums, keen to snatch a few last rays of late afternoon sun and hear all the gossip, in the hope that her kids will have worn themselves out before tea and it won't be blue murder at bed time. The memoir, which recounts the lives of three sisters born into poverty in London's slums, reveals how one family fought for its survival.

It allowed me to dig deep into family relationships, which are the inspiration for all my writing. Peggy, Kathleen and Eva grew up in the crime-ridden slums of Waterloo, struggling not only against grinding poverty but the ever-present threat of violence from their father. Their story centres on the unshakeable bond of sisterhood, as they support each other through thick and thin. Bringing the streets of Lambeth to life in the book sparked some fascinating research into how poor, working class women lived in the decades between the wars, surviving without many of the things we take for granted, such as the NHS and social care.

The community could rally round in times of dire need or ostracise people it felt had transgressed, with reputations created or destroyed by street gossip. The daily battle against the filth of the factories and the smogs of London, in homes without electricity or hot water meant that a woman's work really never was done - yet the front step had to be sparkling and the man's shirts neatly pressed or the neighbours would talk.

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Eva, the feisty youngest sister, starts out stealing to help feed the family, after witnessing her mother suffering yet another beating when the housekeeping runs short, but finds herself drawn into the dangerous but glamorous world of the Forty Thieves shoplifting gang, which pillage many a West End department store. Peggy, the studious eldest sister is so appalled by the conditions endured by women around her, in factories and in the home, that she becomes a Communist and is increasingly involved in the fight against Oswald Mosley and his fascist Blackshirts.

Kathleen, the middle child, is the most beautiful and dreams of being a star in the theatres across the River Thames but finds her spirit crushed first by the daily grind of life in the jam factory and then by the handsome boxer she wrongly believes will be a loving husband. Seeing how Peggy, Kathleen and Eva coped during the war, facing up to the choices they made in the past and fearing for their futures, really brought home to me that love is the one constant in an ever-changing world.

Keeping My Sister's Secrets is due to be published in paperback by PanMacmillan on July 27th and is available for pre-order now. The new shorts I had bought him, from a — rather expensive — online retailer, which has perfect images of smiley kids doing fun stuff OK, it was Boden , were thrown on the bedroom floor in disgust. Had it come to this?

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Until now, my eldest had shown little interest in clothes, beyond getting up and pulling on something or other in the morning, not always clean, so that he could either build something out of Lego, paint a model figure, bounce on the trampoline, shoot Nerf bullets at his kid brother or slump in front of a computer game. But now, blushing slightly and stumbling for the right words, he was telling me in no uncertain terms that my fashion choices would no longer do.

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Apart from the practicalities of having spent the best part of twenty quid on a pair of shorts— I know, I know, but they looked SO nice— I could see where he was coming from. I was transported back more decades more than I care to remember to my 12th year, when my Mum gave me twenty quid and let me loose in Topshop for the first time. The thrill of it! Choosing T-shirts for myself, things I wanted to wear, that my mates were wearing too.

Then I remembered the time before he was born, all the excitement of choosing his babygros and little outfits for him, the PFB— the precious first born — washing them, ironing them and keeping them in a drawer in the bedroom, ready for his arrival, sneaking a peek and holding them up and imagining him in them. But then came the thrill of seeing him going up sizes— you know, the bit when they go from newborn, to the next size up; one to three months, to six months and all that.

The little funky outfits, the sunhats which you force them to wear for about three seconds before they chuck them out of the pram; the baby shoes, the first walkers, the first trainers. Crocs; so many pairs, in different colours each year and going up a size each time. I remembered a whole childhood of clothes I had chosen for him but now it was time for him to start choosing his own.

We reached an agreement of sorts. He could buy some new stuff but he would still have to wear those dorky shorts at some point and he would have to finish his homework and maybe do a few chores, like feed his guinea pigs and help out around the house. So he went online and picked out a couple of T-shirts and I found myself getting emotional, not least because the first thing he bought was made of polyester with a massive logo on it and was covered in camouflage.

Was it just make believe or was I really in a West End restaurant in my best party frock and Jimmy Choos, doing a full-on karate routine with the senseis from Kilburn Shotokan Karate Club at my book launch? As Marnie Martin would say, erm, well, yes, actually It was fabulous to see so many friendly faces there, getting into the party mood and I signed a few books too.

And as these pictures show, Mr Make Believe has already jetted off to glam locations including - Antigua, Italy and I'd love to see where you take Mr Make Believe. Why not post your sunloungerselfie on Twitter? The sun is out, it's a beautiful morning, so what could be more natural than going for a walk with your family? Let's suppose, for a moment, you are beyond the baby and toddler stage because there simply wouldn't be enough space here to deal with the getting ready process.

Yup, been there, done that: And that was just trying to get my husband off the sofa, where he was having a sneaky snooze. So, back to our lovely stroll.

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Both children are now old enough to dress themselves in theory at least. I say in theory because it is now half past ten and they are still in their onesies playing on the PlayStation. Let's go and get some fresh air! The silence that greets my request tells me I am being ignored, as usual, but I won't be put off, so they stomp upstairs to put some clothes on.

Luckily, we have countryside right on our doorsteps as we now live in the middle of nowhere, so that is a bonus. If we were in London we'd be sitting in traffic for an hour trying to go anywhere on this glorious morning, only to find there were no parking spaces when we arrived because everyone had had the same idea about getting out.

Two boys go into their bedrooms to get dressed but are replaced with a monster known as The Incredible Sulk. Meanwhile the youngest is having an epic battle, trying to get his foot into his boot. Has he grown that much since the last time we went for a family walk, oh, about a year ago?

Suddenly I flash back to last summer, when we got chased across a field by some bulls. That was quite traumatic. We set off down the lane and head towards the canal, with the children whingeing all the while. Well, this is lovely, isn't it? To liven things up, I bring along a birdwatching book. We usually have quite a lot of wildlife nearby but on this occasion we see a duck.

I treat its arrival with as much jubilation as the discovery of a dodo but to no avail. I live in fear of the bake sale because, let's face it, I am rubbish at baking. It feels good to get that off my chest. I envy those mothers who turn up at the school, laden with gorgeous, home-baked goodies. Mine also look good these days, but only because I bought them in Waitrose or Tesco's and distressed them with a fork to give them that "home-baked" appearance.

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Mums seem to be divided into three groups on the baking front - the sad and pathetic no-bakers like me , who shuffle in apologetically, trying to hide the wrapping and pass off shop bought as one of their own. Then there are the "I simply haven't got time" brigade, who stride in with a tray load of cupcakes from the local bakery, with a glint in their eye that says "just don't you dare challenge me on this, I have a board meeting at 8. And lastly, there are the home bakers, who sally forth with their baking tins stuffed to the brim with delights, wafting delicious scents of scones and biscuits in their wake.

They stand proudly at the cake stall, often wearing aprons, dishing up their fare to eager children, wreathed in smiles, and safe in the knowledge that their cakes are all home made - and they taste good! The first time I helped out on a cake stall it got a bit embarrassing as I was trying to foist my Smartie cakes on an unsuspecting youngster who really didn't want them. So, baking mums, I salute you but I am not one of you.

Now, I'm sure there must be something in the kitchen I'm good at. It's the washing up I fought my way through a pile of laundry and two school runs to write this and I expect you did the same to read it. I'm so excited to share my debut novel about the adventures of imperfect, blogging mother Marnie Martin and her search for Mr Make Believe. If you can wrestle the iPad or Kindle off the kids for five minutes, you can download it as an ebook , or you can just click on the link and order it from Amazon as a paperback. It doubles as a handy rest for a gin and tonic of an evening in that format, I find.

Getting the time to read isn't easy, I know. I often start a game of hide and seek with the kids and lock myself in the bathroom to grab a few moments me-time. It works, trust me. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy reading about Marnie and her exploits, through motherhood, marriage and the mayhem of raising kids, while she struggles to work out whether true love is real or just make believe. You can have a sneak peek at the prologue, here. If you enjoy my book, I'd be so thrilled if you would give it an honest review on Amazon too.

Meanwhile, there will be plenty more to look forward to from Marnie Martin and her best mate Belle Devine over the coming months, with a prequel in production for starters which you'll be the first to hear about. A great deal of my childhood was spent up a tree in the back garden, just pilfering bits of fruit. I felt like the king of the castle up that tree, surveying the neighbour's cat and my mum hard at work digging her vegetable patch and tending the garden.

I didn't tend to go to the park but had the run of the streets around my home and would zoom up and down on my bike when I felt like it. From the age of 12 I was allowed "down the town" - a short stroll down our street, usually with my best friend from next door, to mooch about the shopping centre on a Saturday morning, with the other kids. He grew up in London, where the neighbours were lovely, but we kept the front door locked and his trips to the park always included me or my other half. Now we live in the countryside, my son could have more freedom to roam but is reluctant to do so without parental supervision.

Instead, he bounces himself silly on the trampoline in the back garden or shoots nerf guns at his brother all over the house. We organise play dates with other kids but there is always a parent present. I don't think I'm unusual as a parent to keep my children close to me, safe at home, or within my earshot, even though one is just secondary school age and the other is ten. My other son goes out around the village on his bike but I always keep a watchful eye and he rarely strays for long.

They are both more comfortable with one or other of us parents around, because that is how they have been raised. When will they be old enough in my eyes and confident enough in themselves to want to go off into town for a while and wander around the shops?

When will they want to go off exploring on their own? I don't know the answer.

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I'm thrilled to announce that this week, I signed a deal leading audiobook publisher WF Howes to bring this moving story of three sisters growing up in s and s London to a wider audience. Audible Download Audio Books. My other son goes out around the village on his bike but I always keep a watchful eye and he rarely strays for long. If you want to exchange the items received, you must contact us within 3 days of the receipt of your order. We will find time for some interesting conversation and I will be astounded by their growing knowledge, while they will be amazed by my culinary skills. Mostly, processing time can be 3 to 15 working days.

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