It's so hard to believe I was a smoker. All my childhood I hated the smell of smoke. Both my parents smoked and they smoked inside the house, at the dinner table..the worst was in the car. I remember being so grossed out by them, the smell gave me headaches and made me feel nauseous. I would ask my mom to stop when we were in the car but she would just roll her window down.
Thursday, 3 September 2015
Tuesday, 1 September 2015
It's the end of summer and my 8 year old daughter is starting to get a bit bored during the day. All she is doing is sitting in front of the television. "I'm bored and I don't know what to do." She doesn't want to do anything I suggest so finally I say..."That's it! Let's go out!"