Happy Mother’s Day 2018

Good afternoon readers and



I hope those of you that are mothers are all cosied up in bed with a nice warm cuppa having a delicious pastry brunch while your children jump like maniacs on the bed demanding to watch more Paw Patrol. I am if nothing realistic. Ha! Oh motherhood, you.


Being a mother is tough. Really, really tough. You don’t actually realise how life changing and challenging it is until you become one. It’s that instant fear for the rest of your life that you will be worrying if your offspring is alive and well. Are they eating their five fruit and veg every day? Do they need another jumper? Are they looking both ways when crossing the road? Questions, worries, constantly whirling around inside your head like some kind of…crazy whirly thing.


I never for a moment realised how much worrying I would do when I became a mother. I am a natural-born worrier so mix that into motherhood and you’ve got a daily thunderstorm capsizing your tiny sailboat. It’s maddening yet it’s something you slowly learn to live with and accept.


As a mother of two boys I have learned a lot. I have learned that in the early days I really should have just listened to my own instincts. That I shouldn’t worry about being judged on my parenting style because my child is happy. Children don’t follow rule books and really, really don’t hit all those important milestones when they are supposed to (as dictated by some daft blueprint that’s completely irrelevant to ACTUAL people). Children are all beautifully different, unique and do things at their own pace. Not when the health visitor or any other ‘professional’ deems it so. They will do it, in their own time. I have become a lot more chilled about certain things. I may not appear that different to outsiders, but believe me, I have loosened up A LOT!

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I have also learned to stop feeling so guilty and to not only be seen as a mum. I am me, mum is just one of my many titles. I am a BUNNY, a mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, writer, reader, and so much more. It doesn’t mean I love my boys any less. Of course not. They are my world and I would kill for them. But it doesn’t mean that it is all I am. I am still me, the mad passionate about books/writing, lover of Dr Martens and hums swan lake when I see swans Bunny. So please, please don’t ever feel guilty about being you if you are a mother. You can still be you and a mother. I owe it to my boys to show them who I am and be true to myself. I am their mother through and through. It’s a big, big part of me but it’s not the ONLY part of who I am.


I am off to have a long hot Lush bubble bath with a glass of Bucks Fizz and then we are off to see the Shaggy Moos and play on the beach. I hope you all have a fabulous Mother’s day.

Cheers Mums! You do a bloody good job!


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Happy World Book Day 2018

It’s World Book Day! Hurrah! What a fantastic day for us all to celebrate the magical world of literature, the creativity and wonder that is the written word. Oh don’t you just love it so? The feel and smell of a book. So many possibilities, adventures, and new friends all sitting comfortably within your hands. Don’t you just LOVE books! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! You will always be my first love and forever have a place in my little bunny heart.


Today beautiful readers I thought I would share with you our top 10 favourite children’s books. Some are happy memories from when I was growing up while others are more recent discoveries with our little Sharkodiles, our boys. We hold these books close to our hearts and can’t wait for our favourite part of the day. Story time! Enjoy!

1.) The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck By Beatrix Potter


This was my absolute favourite book growing up. I loved that silly duck. Beatrix Potter IS my childhood. Bunnies in petticoats and hedgehogs washing clothes. But out of all of them I love Jemima the most because I saw a lot of myself in her. Determined and down right stubborn. Refuses to listen to anyone and will do it her way every-time. Silly duck.

2.) The Tiger Who Came to Tea By Judith Kerr


I always dreamed about a tiger knocking at my front door and scoffing the last of the cake when I was younger. This story always makes me smile at how enchanting it is. Just the thought of a Tiger coming into your house and drinking all your tea sets me off into giggles. My boys adore this story along with my tiger impression. More tea anyone?

3.) Mog the Forgetful Cat By Judith Kerr


Another classic by Kerr. One of my favourite cats along with the Tiger is Mog. Much like Jemima I saw myself in her. Silly and very, very clumsy. I dreamed of having a Mog cat of my very own growing up. Now we have a tuxedo kitty who is just as loving and silly as the original. Bother that cat.

4.) The Enormous Crocodile By Roald Dahl


I used to carry this book around with me I loved it that much. And now my boys have fallen in love with it too. Got to have a bit of Roald Dahl in your life. The man was a genius and I wish I could have had a chat with him in his garden shed with tea and cake about all things books.

5.) The Gruffalo By Julia Donaldson


I never read this one until my son picked it up off the bookshelf for his bedtime story. A relative had gotten it for him for his birthday and it was the first I had ever heard of it. Safe to say that after one reading, the boy was obsessed. He wanted Gruffalo everything! And what’s even more awesome is he has started reading along with us.

6.) Five Minutes’ Peace By Jill Murphy


Now I am a mother of two boys I can totally relate to Mrs Large. Finding five minutes’ peace with children is a nightmare. As a child I really liked the detail of the drawings and just found something very charming about this book.

7.) Aaaarrgghh! Spider! By Lydia Monks


A find by our eldest. We have read this book a million times. So much so we know it word for word. If you haven’t you should definitely check this one out. It makes you look at spiders in a different light. A cute and awww kinda light.

8.) Dogger By Shirley Hughes


I always wanted a cuddly dog like Dogger as a child. I have no idea why (I’m more of a cat person) but I just wanted one so badly. The thought of losing your favorite toy is every childs worst nightmare. But the relief you feel when you find it again, really makes you realise how lost you feel without it. That’s the beauty and innocence of being young. Today we have a heart attack if we lose our phones. Oh how things have changed.

9.) The Jolly Postman By Allan Ahlberg


This book was an awesome read as a kid. It was so interactive. You got to open the letters and read them! It could be a postcard, a magazine subscription or even a birthday card with some money inside. Not real money unfortunately but as a child it was a pretty cool thing to have.

10.) Letterland Abc By Lyn Wendon


My first early memories of learning the alphabet are from this book. In school they would have big posters of each letter around the classroom. Kicking King and Robber Red were how I learned my A B C. It’s so strange to think that this book is now teaching my sons. Crazy!


I hope you all have a booktastic World Book Day (bad pun I know but I couldn’t help myself) Whether you’re dressing up, snuggling with your old favourites under a blanket or going on an exciting adventure with a new read. Enjoy and have fun. BOOKS!!!! READ!!! BOOOOOOOKS! I LOVE BOOKS!!!


We will be having tea with a tiger before venturing off into the woods to look for a Gruffalo and then waddling home like ducks past our friend Jemima in time for dinner with our crocodile friends. Bliss.

Let me know your favourite books in the comments! I would love to hear about them.

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And Further And Further Down The Rabbit Hole I Fell Until…

Good morning dear Readers. I hope you have a lovely, relaxing weekend and I raise my coffee cup to you in salute for the madness that Mondays bring.


Over the weekend I had a revelation. A strange yet obvious one dare I say. I really, really need to kick myself up the butt. Why? Well I am going to be completely honest with you. I have for the past month or so been falling, further and further down the rabbit hole. And not in a good way. It’s been a never-ending journey which has left me with cuts and bruises that sting like a bitch when TCP is applied.


With a previous history of depression (although I strongly believe we all have depression at some point in our life times) I know when it’s beginning to dig it’s jagged claws firmly back into my flesh. My brain is constantly receiving notifications that my mind is slipping further and further into the shadows. I know the signs, the warnings, yet I found myself still falling. Stuck in a loop of desperately wanting to do something, to change but failing to make any progress. To go for a walk, get some fresh air but refusing to get dressed as, what’s the point? Then arguing with myself that there’s every point. AGHHHH It’s an ongoing battle that drives me mad.


I floated outside of my body and looked shamefully upon myself. “What are you doing? Stop it!” I found myself screaming while slapping myself to get a grip and take control. I was the only one that was going to get myself out of this rut. I struggled to discover why I had fallen so far so quickly, why I was continuing to fall with no end in sight. Not that my sight is any good, I am short-sighted and blind as a bat some days…that’s not the point.

My depression had swiftly befriended my mind before I got to savour any appetizers. It was embarrassing. I was stronger than that. I knew I was. No, I know I AM. I couldn’t let it get away with this mockery and without any warning, stuck out my arms and legs and proceeded to crawl back UP the rabbit hole. No tea with the mad hatter today I told myself. I had had enough and wanted my life back. I am taking my tea to go!


The first thing to do was to make a list. A helpful and therapeutic hobby that I fully enjoy. I told myself to take it slow and not be too hard on myself but also not too easy. Finding a balance is hard but I know if I stick with it, I will make it work.


Below is a list of things I know will help pull me up out of the rabbit hole. Wish me luck!

1.) Work Out! Do some form of exercise, even if it’s walking. Just move your body woman, do something. get off your lazy butt and dance!


2.) Eat Healthy. Don’t force it at first but just try replacing things with a healthy option. No out of bound foods and don’t over indulge. You like fruit and fish! So eat them more than doughnuts and cake.


3.) Continue to read and write. This you are doing well with and your brain is proud to say, well done so keep it up!


4.) Don’t overthink everything. Just chill, in fact stop with the stressing altogether if possible. Life is far too short.


5.) Remember you are loved. Your family love you. Never think otherwise. Remember that between a Cabbit, a Mogwai, a Panda, a Kitten and TWO Bunnies, there is a LOT of love and more than enough bodies to dog-pile you into a giggle-fit!


I shall update you on this journey in a month’s time, 26th March and let you know how I am getting on. Routine is absolutely key when you have depression. It gives you focus and drive. Something to adhere to. Something I had lost but am now determined to find again.

If you are in a dark place please, please talk to someone. I know it’s hard, I am extremely stubborn but once I actually started talking, you can’t shut me up. It does help and someone will always listen. You are important and never, EVER think otherwise. Please talk to someone. You are not alone.




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Interview With The Vampire By Anne Rice (Review)

Happy Valentine’s Day! May this joyful, overpriced, ridiculously high expectations day bring you lovey-dovey statuses and photos of cheap tat that will be in the bin before the Easter bunny comes hopping by. A day dedicated to showering that special someone with gifts because you know; words aren’t enough. We need chocolates in heart-shaped boxes and dozen of flowers to do this. BTW If you enjoy it, I am not judging you, by all means go for it!


And no I am not bitter dear readers. I just honestly think Valentine’s Day is pointless and has become too commercial like all holidays. I have never really seen the point in it all. When you’re in a comfortable, loving, committed relationship, you tell each other every day how you feel. Not save it all up for this one day to show affection. It’s the little things, kisses goodnight, snuggling while watching a movie and just caring and loving each other. Me and my husband don’t give each other Valentine’s cards and it really doesn’t bother us. It doesn’t mean we love each other any less. We tell each other every single day. We don’t need a lavish in-your-face card to tell us that. I’m not going to get angry or upset if he hasn’t covered the bed in roses or got me a teddy bear that says “I wuv you”. We do romance in our relationship every single day. It’s personal and us. Anyway, I digress.


On the blog today I am reviewing Interview With The Vampire By Anne Rice. The first volume of the vampire chronicles (There’s about 17 more books!) I thought it was perfect for Valentine’s day. A romance like no other between inner demons and secret desires. Blood and passion. What more could you need on this romantic day? Flowers that smell like chocolate? That would be pretty impressive. and tasty…


This book is hauntingly beautiful. Rice writes with such passion and eeriness that I could feel the shivers tip toeing along my spin. I was sucked in from the first letter. I yearned to hear more from the vampire. To hear his story of how he became a bewitching and beautiful creature of the night. I envied the boy so much for being told first hand Louis’ story. It felt like an honour to witness his tale of woe and suffering. To never see the sun rise and forever be a servant to the dark. Being surrounded by death and decay while you cease to age a single day.

“I remember that the movement of his lips raised the hair all over the body, sent a shock of sensation through my body that was not unlike the pleasure of passion…”

The imagery and emotions that enchanted my mind was disturbingly poetic. You know you should turn away, that the very idea of a vampire should send you running and yet you don’t. Louis has a certain charm and calmness to him. His manner and very presence made me feel at ease that I can say for certain if I were to encounter him in a dark alleyway. I would not be afraid. I would be curious of his knowledge, his experience and intrigued to learn more. The thought of everlasting life is appealing to us all I should imagine. Yet, as with most things. It comes with a price and the drinking of human blood, no matter how elegantly out of glass goblets, is the harsh reality of the damned.

“The vampire was utterly, white and smooth, as if he were sculpted from bleached bone, and his face was as seemingly inanimate as a statue, except for two brilliant green eyes that looked down at the boy intently like flames in a skull.”

This story has haunted me for days now, the characters, the love, the death. Everything. Rice has managed to turn me, seduce me, making me have a thirst for her writing. I have acquired an appetite for more literature such as this. I need more! More!

I give Interview With The Vampire By Anne Rice a Five out of Five paw rating.

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Seriously, if you have not read this book, why not? And do it now! It’s an experience that you truly won’t forget. Horrific and heart-wrenching at times while at others breathtakingly stunning.

I am beyond excited to start the next volume, The Vampire Lestat. Eeeep! That’s my happy noise!giphy.gif

I hope you all have a lovely day filled with cake, I mean love. Love is cake. Whether you’re in a relationship or not, don’t beat yourself up about this ridiculous day. I swear it’s just to make money now and for everyone to become super competitive with each other. I love you more, no I love you more, nooooo I love you more…

For your entertainment, check out my Valentine’s video I did a few years ago. There are aliens!!!! It’s not Valentine’s day without a few aliens.

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Emotional Cutting

Fear not dear reader, I am talking about a metaphorical type of cutting, trimming or pruning even. I have been struggling with how to discuss this topic as it’s a sensitive one, so I will just come out with it. Today in my blog I am going to talk about cutting ties with friends.


It’s thanks to my therapist that I feel ready to actually discuss this in my blog. I have finally accepted that I haven’t done anything wrong. That it is what it is and I don’t need to keep feeling bad about myself for it. I can finally talk honestly and openly about it and just let go. Damn! Now I have that annoying song stuck in my head, why did I use that turn of phrase! “Let it go! Let it Go!!!!!!” Arghhh!


A wise man once said that if you can count the number of true friends you have on one hand when you’re older, you’re a lucky person. And it’s true; in time friendships do sail different courses, new adventures for some, while others just unfortunately sink down to watery depths of the dark unknown. Disappearing off the radar without a single trace. No-one knows how or why, they just vanish out of thin air. As if some sea monster has gobbled them up and refused to spit out the remains in fear of being discovered itself.

Short of a very, very long story. I had a group of friends as a teenager that carried through till the end of our university days. Once those days were over most of them moved back to our home town while a few of us didn’t. I’m one of those that didn’t and decided to go back into retail work and stay in the flat I was living in with my finance (now husband). Scary and daunting but it was what I wanted and needed to do. No one held grudges and there was no big bust ups or drama thankfully.

Over the past few years there has been less and less contact, only saying Happy Birthday on Facebook and the odd like on a status. My life took a different turn to those back home. I got married, had two boys and moved to Scotland. I was admittedly becoming an adult. Meanwhile my friends back home where still all hanging out, going away together and just continuing with life. And I didn’t begrudge them for that. Of course not, that would be really silly. I think what hurt was simply just seeing photos of them all together on Facebook. Like nothing had changed. I wasn’t there, I felt like I had never existed and felt excluded. It hurt, no…more than that. It cut deep. Drove me into a dark depression of feeling alone. I had no friends around me to just ring up and go for coffee, no one but my husband. As much as he is my best friend I did need something else. Mothers to talk to, women to talk to about woman problems or stuff like that. Don’t get me wrong I share everything with my husband and he does his best. I do love that crazy Panda.


Every time I logged onto Facebook I was presented with photos and photos of my friends smiling and having fun. I learned to just accept and deal with it. I was happy for them and tried to not think too much about it, to just get on with my own life. Then two of my friends who were engaged announced they were getting married soon. I waited hopefully for an invite, a message, something, but received nothing. I saw photos of the hen do and then a joint hen/stag do go up and still waited. It was stupid as I kinda knew deep down I wasn’t going to be invited. That realisation slapped me hard in the face when I was told they were getting married on the same day as my wedding anniversary. That, I was ok with, people don’t remember dates and it happens. I still waited and nothing appeared. It was at that point that I felt cut out of the group and no longer a part of their lives. No invitation. Nothing.


I did the thing I had been avoiding for years. I unfriended them on Facebook and called it a day. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. It was too much. I had been forgotten and I wasn’t going to just sit back and watch from a distance anymore. I kept asking myself what I had done wrong, why hadn’t I been invited, did I even exist anymore? I went crazy with these questions and it was a horrible dark time. I couldn’t talk to them about it, I just couldn’t. It had been too long and I didn’t have the fight in me anymore. I felt weak and just wanted to hide.


Since then none of them have texted, or emailed to ask what happened and I think it’s better that way. It’s silly when I think about it. Almost childish like in a playground but it’s what I needed to do. I couldn’t keep torturing myself with my old life. I had to let go and move on. Make new friends, have new experiences and just live.


And that’s what I did. It wasn’t easy at first in a new place but I got there. I now have a few friends, go to a mum group and have even had a girls night out. It’s been such a breath of fresh air. I feel revived and back to my old self. I am slowly building up my confidence and social skills after so many years of hiding. Slow small steps each day. Looking back now I think of the good times I had with my old friends and leave them in the past. I will be there for them if they ever need me but we are all going our separate ways. Theirs led them back home and mine led me here, to Scotland! Where I review books and live out my passion with my family. It’s been a long exhausting journey but I finally feel like I am home and I belong. Sometimes in life you have just got to cut those ties that are holding you back so you can fly free.


If anyone is feeling alone, please, please speak out. Tell someone and don’t suffer in silence.




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Happy 4th Birthday Cabbit!

WOW! Just WOW! How did we get here so fast? It honestly feels like only yesterday I was waddling home from the doctor’s after being told I was pregnant. And now here I am four whole years later celebrating my little boy’s birthday. It has definitely been an adventure.


Today has been just lovely. Jo-Jo is visiting which makes it even more fun! We have opened presents, played with toys, had a party and even a walk round to visit our friends the horses. A busy but wonderful day. As I type this in the kitchen while dinner is cooking I can hear the beautiful sounds of the boys playing with Jo-Jo and their father. It’s bliss and fills the whole house with joy. Excuse me for a moment while I go join in the fun!


Sometimes in life, you just got to put your phone, laptop, whatever it is down and go and live. And that’s exactly what I did back there dear reader. I stopped blogging and went to join in the madness that was happening in my living room. It’s now a few days later, Jo-Jo has gone home and I am having a cheeky bit of leftover birthday cake with a cuppa. NOM! Why is it that birthday cake for breakfast the next day is always the best? It’s delicious and should be served in fancy restaurants. Like that late night kebab you couldn’t finish from your drunken night out. Or better yet, heated up pizza. Mmmmm Note to self. Stop thinking about food so much as it just makes you hungry. But when the cheese is just melted right…*drool*


Crocodile Cake!

Sadly it’s time to say goodbye to being 3. It was…an experience. A many tantrums, learning to talk more, especially using the naughty words and mispronouncing objects much to our amusement.
“Mummy, look! A COCK!”
“Clock! Cabbit! It’s a clock!” Cue the looks in the doctors waiting room as I have started laughing at how wonderful our dear son can be. Kinda gotten used to those situations now. Think it’s a parent thing. The amount of times our son has turned to me while standing in a queue and announced to everyone that I am a “WOMAN!” while pointing to my boobs. Even as I think about it now I am giggling. I just love how his mind works. Strange child of mine.


I’m not sure what to expect from 4, but what I do know is that it’s going to be awesome. So many new things for our boy to experience this year. A big one is he will be going to school! More learning and discovering. Also more free time for Moi. Muhahahahaha! But in all seriousness, he is going to love it and I can’t wait for all of us to go on this adventure with him as a family.

I’m not crying…I’m not. You’re crying. It’s just so hard to believe that this wonderful little boy running about in front me pretending to be a big scary crocodile eating his brother (He is obsessed with crocodiles at the moment and I don’t blame him, they are pretty cool) was once a small little squish. Oh dear, I’m tearing up again and it’s getting harder to see the keyboard. Words…blurry…struggling…to…type…

Heres to another year of mischief, fun and laughter.
Happy Birthday son!



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Life Seemed Good, But…. By Richard Bell Review

Life. It’s a strange yet funny thing isn’t it. One minute you are invincible and feel like there is nothing you can’t do, the next you’re crashing down and stumbling into a dark pit of drunken despair. You are dealt the hand you are given and unfortunately there are some things that you simply cannot change. Oh how I wish it wasn’t like that but annoyingly this is how this whole life stuff works. Sucks doesn’t it? Yet do not despair dear reader for I have a book for you this week that can’t help but make you smile.

The first book of the year I have chosen to review is a collection of short quirky stories, Life Seemed Good, But.… By Richard Bell. Bell used writing as therapy when his wife got leukaemia and a portion of the proceeds from the sales of this book is donated to the Rosalind Franklin University of Medicine and Science for cancer research. A terrific cause so please be sure to grab yourself a copy if you like my review.

Pop on your aluminium foil hat dear readers and prepare to enter a world like you have never witnessed before. Popcorn at the ready? Lets go!


The best way for me to describe this book is fairy tales for grown ups. Plain and simple, adult fairy tales. Just because we are no longer children doesn’t mean we don’t deserve a good fairy tale, and these stories are perfect for that. I especially enjoyed the vampire twist on Cinderella, Cindervampire. It was a fresh take on the classic we all grew up with and made me start thinking about all the other fairy tales in a gothic style. Ironically when you actually think about it, fairy tales by authors such as the Brothers Grimm where much more dark and disturbing than the Disney versions that are told today. Bell’s tales are magical yet with a very realistic view on life. Each story tries to teach the reader something, a moral or message.

“And now, in reading this, you’ve also killed some time. What kind of monsters have we become?”

It is definitely an experience I highly recommend. I can promise you it won’t be a waste of time, or will it? Nahhh but in all seriousness it’s worth a read.

Bell’s writing style is quirky and witty which makes me giggle childishly at how strange life can be. He is ironic and a tad sarcastic but it really works well within the stories. It brings them to life and each one has it’s own personality.

“The old goat claimed she had been set up and framed and it was all a ba-a-a-ad misunderstanding.”

I love me a good use of imagery and boy was I in for a treat. His images did waltzes around my brain, leaving me feeling enchanted and wooed.

“I vividly recall that gloomy, early evening when the clouds were ominously green and swirling like the proverbial frog in a blender.”

I had never before considered that a potato could possibly have feelings and that we pretty much eat them alive. My Pet Spud really made me think and view the world in a different light. I saw Bell’s image of a huge potato king roaming the lands and telling everyone off for eating his kin. It made me laugh, yet was still a terrifying story when you think about it.

“Unfortunately, Spud got his final revenge. Everyone who ate of him turned into a permanent couch potato with an overwhelming appetite for daytime talk shows.”

I found myself questioning everything around me. When I cracked an egg into the frying pan. Was that a small, faint scream I heard? Had I just murdered an egg and cooked it alive in front of its family. When I was boiling pasta on the hob, was it slowly burning to death and crying out in pain?

“Desperately he screamed, “I am Grilled Cheese Sandwich and I want to live!” while glaring at her. All she noticed was the chatter of the cafeteria.”

It’s intriguing and I admire this different way of thinking. Giving food, objects, anything a personality. It’s creative and genius when you think about it. Why shouldn’t they have a personality. The world needs more stories akin to this. They are just dying to be heard.

There are a lot of real and relatable themes that Bell works his magic on to make them laughable to numb the pain. He touches on sensitive topics in a humorous way, which helps desensitize them to the reader making them less frightening or hard to deal with.

“As a zombie I have more confidence because, what’s the worst that can happen? I get rejected? Look at me. Nobody’s perfect, pal, not even you.”

Life is bizarre and even in the worst of times you have to laugh. Bell does this beautifully to the reader. One minute you are relaxing on chocolate beach and then suddenly you are transported to the land of Oz telling off that pesky little dog. Don’t forget the bed bears! They only come at night. Never forget the bed bears dear reader.

Most, if not all of the stories intertwine with each other or with the characters from previous stories. It’s cleverly done and adds to the realism that this world is out there somewhere. I suspect that we are closer to it than we like to believe. Very close.

My favourite story from this collection is Santa’s New Rules. I love this idea of making Christmas a raw harsh reality, no more candy canes as it promotes an unhealthy lifestyle. No magic. No wonder. Nothing.

“Santa has to release all his reindeer since having them pull his sleigh is considered cruelty to animals. As they never learned to fend for themselves in the wild, they soon starve to death on the frozen tundra.”

Again, it’s a twist on something we have all loved and grown up with. To take that away is similar to that feeling you felt when you discovered that Father Christmas wasn’t real. (Theres still no proof!) and the world becomes a little more gloomy with rain clouds at every turn. I admire how Bell has taken this idea and made it his own. He doesn’t try and mask the brutal and depressing reality of the world we live in. He tells it to the reader straight and basically that this is life, we should make the most of it before it leaves rudely without a polite goodbye.

I give Life Seemed Good, But… By Richard Bell a Five out of Five paw rating.







I absolutely loved this book and can’t recommend it enough. It’s witty, amusing and darn right bizarre, but it has a charismatic charm that hooks you on each page.

Grab yourself a copy here! Don’t forget that a portion of the proceeds from book sales is donated to Rosalind Franklin University of Medicine and Science for cancer research.

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