There's a Magic That must Be Love...

The size of your hips determines whether you are going to be a good choice for a man.

That is how it used to work.

I'd like to think, that when Si first saw me and I was standing in all my glory in my underwear, he saw the size of my hips, and thought, "she can bear me children".

Being a mother has been my most successful mision to date. My pregnancies were pretty crap - Boy's was a complete and utter surprise, but certainly sorted my spell of depression, but I was sick from start to finish. With Tooli, every joint in my body failed. I had sciatica, carpel tunnel and heart burn. Big mess.

But once those babies were out, I found my calling in life.

It's not difficult being a mum; I despair those programmes where the parents call in "expert help", because their children are running riot.

You have to set them limits. Boy used a swear word once against me. He didn't use it again when he realised what happened when he did!

You have to teach them what is good, and what is wrong. You have to encourage them to step outside their comfort zone, and try new things.

You have to do everything you can for them to help them achieve their goals.

And most of all, you have to love them.

And that, is all.