I admit, this isn't a train station book. It was in fact a gift.
Not a book that I would have brought myself either (because I judge books by their covers - shallow, I know... but as a biblophile covers do matter to me).
So I was given this as a gift on my last tutorial.
(I can't tell you how many times this book would have been a saviour in those years).
The book was easy to read (in between refereeing the kids- which is just as well, as I almost certain that the author wrote whilst often in that same dilema).
If you have ever felt like a crummy mummy or less than perfect, if you observe the Facebook posts of your friends and feel that your half term has been as soggy as a digestive in weak squash.
Then this book is for you. A delightful glimpse into Blogger Sarah Turner's (aka The Unmumsy Mum) life as a Mum and wife.
I didn't find her unmumsy at all, she was possibly...normal. And I guess this is what makes the book such a great read, (for me as a mum at least). Not just the parts about parenting toddlers (which sadly feels too long ago for my liking), but also the parts about having a relationship (yeh right), whilst being a busy mum.
I snuck away and read the odd bit here and there, only the kids would find me, because I was crying with laughter. Thanks Gill. ;)
Anyway, I have currently loaned the book to a MINOAL (a mum in need of a laugh), so when she returns it, I will update with which station I left it.
Bye for now.
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