Four kids, and a fuckload of coffee

Good Friends & Shit In The Garden

When you’re in primary school, good friends are the ones who share their cool ruler with you. You might go round for dinner, to play and spend the weekend in the park. As you get older, and you change into who you might be one day, good friends change too. It might be the girl who has fantastic eyebrows or the one who dresses grunge, or the clown – you find some piece of common ground.

Add some hormones into the mix and the next thing you know there are mass fallouts, broken hearts, fights and snubbing like you’ve never seen. And, some of those friendships remain intact for years. Inevitably though, there are some people that you gave your last tampon and 2’s on a ciggy to that you lost touch with altogether.

Facebook has made it easy for us to keep the plasters on broken friendships and send the obligatory ‘happy birthday’ and like at least 65 photos a year. Because, well, you’re friends of course!

Then there are those that come later. They spring up like weeds. Out of nowhere and they are deep-rooted. It’s often spoken about just how lonely motherhood can be for millions of us. I’ve always been one to relish my own company, but sometimes you need to tell people stuff.

I don’t need to tag or name or share this with my weeds, they know who they are. But, how did I end up with these weeds? Well, somehow I managed to find myself in the right place, at the right time. I always thought that you could just make friends like you do in school. Be in a place of work or learning and find people like you – or very much not like you.

But, as it happens, I met them by meeting two people who are total cuntbags, getting in a big group chat with cuntbags, and finally, somehow ended up in a little group of the most fragrant weeds you’ll ever meet.

The beauty of it is that we don’t all see eye to eye, we talk and bicker and express opinions, share memes and miscarriages, support when life kicks them in the fanny, and they can’t do anything that day. This morning another human took a shit in one of their gardens, and this conversation happened in unison with finding love and talking about how fantastic we all are.

There isn’t much point to this post, but there doesn’t need to be. I’ve got friends who tell me a human shit in their front garden – and that is pretty fucking cool.

Glorious Garden – Planning Tips.

When it comes to gardening, not everyone is excellent at it – or has the time. It is one thing to enjoy relaxing in your garden sipping a crisp white wine in the summer evenings, but another entirely to put the work in to get it there.


I love small soft fruit trees, and there is nothing as lovely as when your kids can pick their own strawberries and blueberries directly from something they have helped to grow. But, there is something somewhat relaxing knowing that you can call in professional gardeners when you need them. The people who can turn your overgrown (jungle-ish) mess into something sculpted and beautiful.

  • Of course, before you start you need to spend some time checking out different gardening companies until you find one that works with your budget and of course the style you like.
  • Think about what means the most to you in your garden. Is it having plenty of space for the kids to play safely? What about an area that your pets can lounge in the summer heat, shaded by trees.
  • Consider having a wild garden section. Filled with a mixed selection of wildflowers. These are great for bees and butterflies.

  • While you’re at it think about a space for growing veggies, fruits and herbs. After all, a garden can be more than just some pretty flowers and space to kick a ball around in the summer. Your garden can serve you with some delicious food.  For this, you’re probably going to need to speak to landscape gardeners to get the most from your space.
  • Remember that no space is too small!