I felt the rug once again pulled from under my feet and level 3 restrictions came into force on Tuesday 12am. Necessary but not easy to accept. I found myself in a bit of a state of disbelief, followed by being really pissed off and had an overwhelming urge to stomp my feet and yell. Then saying things like, it’s only for a few weeks, right? That heralded the arrival of anger, on its train, whistle blasting letting all near by know of its arrival. Anger bid me farewell and made way for the blues, I sort of hid away all week, head down, lets just get through this.

I turned 39 on Sunday last, thank you for all the kind wishes! And yesterday just for the craic we put up an old trampoline in the garden. I jumped for a good hour laughing and falling about - pure joy! But for so many women I know, trampolining brings on the fear of weeing themselves a little bit! Know what I mean? So let’s talk pelvic floor muscles ladies!

“Escape to Normality”. Usually in our day to day lives, we can’t wait for that holiday, that break, the weekend, to escape FROM normality. Where we can forego structure and the daily hum-drum, where we can do as we please to an extent…….let’s continue to escape to normality together……..