Diamond mummy

For anyone wanting to send me a book Thursdays are a great day for them to arrive.
I work in the NHS trenches on a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and by Thursday morning I'm hard-pushed to get out of bed once the tea, the toast and the post is conveyed to me.
A couple of books arrived yesterday and one was Any Way You Want Me by Lucy Diamond.More about the other one soon.
I'd read a lovely, warm and very funny interview with Lucy aka Sue Mongredien over on The Book Bar and left a probably entirely inappropriate comment about pen names.
I'm not to blame, Offspringette's home again and keeps us on our humour toes and with it this method for choosing your pornstar name (I've had to run that together into one word because p**n is one of the words I've blocked on here to try and avoid the embarraspam).
Just link the name of your first pet and your mother's maiden name.
Sparky Griffiths for me, Patch Palmer for Bookhound and you will not believe the hilarity this little game caused at coffee time in the surgery this week.I think we'd all had one of those mornings and were in need of a good laugh.
I won't of course ever reveal the true identities of Fluffy,Chico or Wonk.
But back to Lucy Diamond's book.I tend to walk past these I'll admit. I sub-consciously bracket them as books for today's young yummy mummies but, with the Kayaker's birthday in full swing and with Mothering Sunday approaching, it seems like only yesterday I was one too and after some serious reading of late this was exactly what I needed.
Looking back I now see that three babies in four years may have been a bit ambitious but Lucy Diamond has done it too AND written this book in her spare time...late at night.Sadly I was probably busy trying to get some sleep and eventually after five years I think we'd just agreed that sleep was probably a bit over rated anyway and not a thing to worry about, so perhaps I could have written a book?
I've read the first 60 pages or so already and plenty that had me laughing and brought all those memories flooding back.
The chaos and that loss of brain cells for a start. I clearly remember standing in the supermarket one day trying to decide whether to buy Cornflakes or Weetabix.After about ten minutes of gazing and indecision, and heaven knows where these three (the Kayaker, the Gamekeeper and Offspringette) had run off to, it came over me in one enormous tidal wave.
I used to hold down a full time really important job and make decisions.
I remember standing there laughing to myself and choosing Oat Krunchies, Ricicles and Shreddies just for the hell of it.
We knew how to be daring in the olden days.