​Rosie and the Haunted Boy – by Alice Harding.

​Alice is my 8 year old daughter. She has been writing stories, poems and songs since she could put the letters in the right order.  She has asked me to pass this one to the world…enjoy.
There once lived a young, imaginative Girl called Layla who was on a luxurious holiday in the north of France. Layla’s mind was good at wandering off and she would have the most amazing dreams. One night her dad told her a story and this is how the story began…
9’o’clock on a blustery Wednesday night a young girl named Rosie was lying wide awake. She had tried to sleep.  She really had. But sleep wouldn’t come.  It was impossible. Rosie was bored so she went to explore in the pitch blackness outside.

She ambled down a long twirling path humming a nice, relaxing, classic song until…

She came to a creepy castle she didn’t know what to do. She decided to go and explore. Suddenly she came to a boy who had scratches, cuts and bruises. Rosie said “who are you?”

“Oo me? Tom, come with me.” The poor boy said. They were almost there when Tom said “close your eyes and hold my hand” in a deep, low voice. 
 A moment later Rosie found herself tied to a tree. “Arr you didn’t know did you?”

“You obnoxious little boy!” Rosie said in a roaring voice. The sky went black and fire shot around the tree, Rosie screamed then she looked around. All she could see was burning fire. 
Then Layla said “what happens next?” 

“Let’s find out” her dad said. They turned the page and a giant water man appeared from the sky. 

The man clapped his hand 3 times and water was thrown out of the sky. It washed the burning fire away and because the storm was so bad Tom drowned. Rosie squealed. “It’s ok now get onto my back and I will take you home” the man said. Rosie climbed onto his back, and with a click of his finger and they were off. They nether heard of Tom and the castle ever again. Rosie lived happily ever after.      

“Did you enjoy that Layla?”

“I certainly did dad. Dad is there a Rosie and the haunted boy 2?”

“Yes but that is for another time now it is past your bed time.” Layla was tucked up in bed fast asleep by the time he had turned the lights out and left the room. 

                                                      The end


A simple faith

Everything has become too complicated. It’s making me and my close friends angry, anxious and worried. The referendum is no longer a simple hokey cokey of are we in or are we out? Somehow it has morphed into a monster about how much we value freedom of speech, tolerance and the political lurch to the Right.

I am a Methodist local preacher. Today I led our morning worship. Today I thought I was going to struggle to bring any positive message but the message was given to me. If we claim to be Christians then our whole outlook should be focused on the wider spiritual faith, regardless of denomination. Now, that is a huge complex issue isn’t it? How many beliefs teach tolerance? How many people criticise if the Bible is taken out of context?  It gets complicated.  My readings were from 1 Kings – Elijah under the tree and Paul’s letter to the Galations.  Elijah is stressed, he’s at his end.  He prays for God to allow him to die.  What happens? He doesn’t die. God treats his anxiety. An angel comes with food. A classic technique in grounding to support the anxious.

Paul writes to the church in Galatia.  Now, we talk about taking things out of context.  The fledgling church that Paul set up was being told that in order to be a true Chritian they would have to undergo additional tests of faith.  In the same way now we think we have the best cheap air deal or phone bundle then get told we need additional bolt-ons in order to use it properly.  In short, a con.

But is the idea of the Christian faith a con? Can it stand side by side of other faith groups to condemn inhumanity?

In my opinion, like Elijah and Paul; the more simple your faith the easier it is to attempt to live in it.  I believe in God the father, son and the essence of his spirit called in some walks the Holy Spirit, whose very presence is a guide.

There are too many complex arguments, people of all walks are feeling vulnerable, scared or defiant and angry.  We may need to stop, take a step back and re-group, showing our true love, our strength in diversity and our belief that if small factions try to make everything too complicated than we will simply become victims of our own confusion and inability to reconcile our differences.  And in the confusion we allow ourselves to be sidestepped.


Book review Your Pace or Mine

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Run Mummy Run were asked  to review Lisa Jackson’s new book “Your Pace or Mine?”.  We asked our community member and loyal RMR Charlotte Harding to put her feet up, have a read and let us know what she thought….

When I was asked to review ‘Your pace or mine?’ I was unsure. I only started running 14 months ago and didn’t think any book could help me move from couch potato to the half marathon I am training for.

The book arrived; a cheerful cover encouraging me to take a peek; the inside full of encouraging endorsements from a variety of running celebrities and race royalty. I took a chance.

Within the pages I met Lisa, who I have very quickly started to hero worship. A big hearted woman with an amazing ability to spin any situation into a positive.

I was hooked within the first two chapters. She knows the running journey, and now I know I have a guide.

The book itself is peppered with stories from ‘normal people’. Smiley faced runners who have overcome odds to reach their personal goals. Their own anecdotes taking their lead from the main chapters.

This isn’t just a book, it’s a community between the leaves. A community that spans the marathon cities, taking me on a roller-coaster tour.

I really felt as if I was alongside Lisa on her journey, especially on her early marathons in London, Paris and Rome. Side by side as she took each step pass the sights in Europe, the US and beyond.

It took me personally into a realm of new running territory: I’d never encountered ultras, mud runs, Zombie races and races where you are encouraged to wear a Onesie. Stories that keep everything in perspective and show what running and running for charity can really be like.

Much has to be said for the supporting cast in this story as well: Aunty Rosie, Graham, and Loren as well as the plethora of determined runners and lifesavers with or without fancy dress.

Without them this would have been a very different story. I enjoyed the support and encouragement Lisa was able to receive from those close to her which she could then share with others along route.

So, highlights for me we’re the friendly chapter headings… What running taught me about…These really do focus on the matter at hand and range from anecdotes showing resilience to exploring laughter, death and nudity.

I have learned about the tension and importance of the ‘cut off’ a magic time whereby you are no longer given a finishing time if you are deemed too slow or are late in finishing your marathon.

She explores the theory and practise of the run/walk strategy and the psychological differences between running with no one to accompany you and her own brand of long distance chat running!

I am now fully intending to make use of the pages at the back where I can add my own running journey to Lisa and her friends. In the space of 10 easy chapters I have the confidence to say I am a runner. Thank you, Lisa!

About the book and the author

As well as “Your Pace or Mine?”, Lisa Jackson is also the co-author of the best-selling beginner’s running book, “Running Made Easy”, and author of “Adore Yourself Slim”.

A Contributing Editor to Women’s Running, Lisa has also written for Men’s Running, Zest, Sportsister.com and Triathlete’s World.

Lisa lives in south London, with her husband Graham, and is a surprising cheerleader for the joys of running. Formerly a committed fitness-phobe, she became a marathon runner at 31 and, more astonishingly, an ultrarunner at 41 – and has come last in 19 of the 90 marathons and two 56-mile ultramarathons she’s plodded through.
“Your Pace or Mine?” is for all runners, from nervous novices right up to seasoned marathoners dreaming of doing an ultra. It’s for anyone who longs to feel the wonderful sense of connection and achievement running has to offer.

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Half term flying visits

One of the immense benefits of having a grandparent less than an hour and a half away is the opportunity to actually have a break from children during half term. I love children, especially my own. However, being able to have one or two days where I can miss them, is actually healthy.

I have had the chance to talk to my husband and spend time with him, without having to keep one eye and ear atuned to what my girls are up to. I don’t have to read through countless redrafts of their 500 words entries nor do I have to follow them with a dustpan and brush while glitter and sparkly things drop on my carpet after a craft activity in a different part of the house.

This said; I miss them. Even after only two or three days away. I enjoy their company and chatter; even though my 9 year old talks so fast I have to ask her to repeat herself constantly.

One of the main things I enjoy about collecting them at the end of their allotted break is finding out what they have done, how many DVDs they have consumed, the experiences they have gained, and on this occasion, the terms they have left behind.

So, thank you Nana for giving me the break I needed and I’m sorry you have been left with a cold you didn’t have last week.

I could watch him work all evening…

How many of you know what your Significant Other does at work? I have the rare opportunity to sit in on a rehearsal for The Amateur premier of ‘Made in Dagenham’. There is some tight harmony and amazing moves. But what I always love is seeing Tim, my husband, directing the music. He draws out beautiful harmonies and supports the performers where needed; skillfully driving a fine line between moving a number on and ironing out flaws. The brilliant thing with The West Bromwich Operatic Society is that they pick things up so quickly it is never boring at a rehearsal.

I have an ulterior motive for this post; my 9 year old daughter is having her first experience of acting on a big stage. She has done panto and been Gretyl in a production of Sound of Music, but her 15 minutes in Dagenham will be on the Grand Theatre stage in Wolverhampton. She is practising her small part as much as the chorus are doing with their music.

…sometimes it’s  nice to see what your Other Half gets up to at work…



WBOS are performing ‘Made in Dagenham’ by Arnold and Thomas at the Wolverhampton Grand 24th-28th May. Call 01902 429212.

Too good not to re-blog! Enough With The Green Pens!

The last two schools I worked at were not in any way related. They were in different local authorities. One was independent; one a state school in a MAT. Yet both of them had a policy that students should be marking (i.e. self-assessment or peer assessment) in green pen. Today, a teacher from London told […]