Category: Our stories
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Have You Been Using The Oxo Cube Correctly?
A woman named Kasie Riley posted the photo to Mums Advice 2 years ago with the caption: ‘Please tell me that I’m not the only one who didn’t know you’re supposed to crumble an OXO cube while it’s still wrapped to create a little flavour packet.
Even though Lynda Bellingham always sprinkled the cubes with her fingers in the classic ads, Kasie added: ‘I feel like my whole life’s been a lie. All those crumbly messes I could have avoided!’
Kasie’s post appeared to touch a nerve with the some Mums advice members, garnering more than 75,000 shares and 50,000 likes in just 2 days – and proving something of a revelation to many women across the Uk.
Mums advice admin Gemma Ann Potticary commented: ‘I always squished them – mostly because I didn’t like the crumbs on my hands- I’m going to pretend it’s just because I knew that was the right way.’
Heather Dawn seemed won over, writing: ‘I just tried it and it works. 40 years of messy fingers trying to crumble the cube are now over.’
However, not everybody was convinced by the revelation. Leanne Kidd wrote: ‘I am yet to see an oxo cube in a foil wrapper like this. The ones I have and bought last week are wrapped in, like, tin foil so if I tried this I’d be eating foil too lol.’
She was silenced by another Mums advice member, who posted a photo showing the correct technique for flattening an OXO cube.
Anita Savage wrote: ‘What’s all the fuss about? Crumble it in, or crumble it out. The Oxo police aren’t going to knock on your door.’
Soon the national press got hold of the story and it ran in several newspapers and even appeared on the famous day time program “This Morning”.
How do you use oxo cubes?
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This Photo Has So Much Meaning
This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Álvaro Múnera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man.
Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer – because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst shit on earth.”
The conclusion of a Spanish bullfight is almost always the same. The matador plunges his or her sword between the bull’s shoulders puncturing the poor animals heart and killing it.
Many call bull fighting a tradition or tragedy, thousands of bulls die each year.
There is very little competition between a nimble sword wielding matador (spanish for “killer) and a confused, maimed, and psychologically tormented animal.
Surely in this day and age this tradition should end although the number of bull fights is dropping year by year there ae still thousands of Bulls killed in organised Bull fights or in rowdy bull running events such as Pamplona’s world-famous San Fermin festival.
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Things Which Confirm You’re British
Things which confirm you’re British.
• Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”
• Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”
• Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best
• Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door
• Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit
• Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand
• Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home
• The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector
• The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”
• “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it
• Loudly tapping your fingers at the cashpoint, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands
• Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck
• Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change
• Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again
• Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested
• Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”
• Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon
• Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it
• Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave
• Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible
• The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about
• Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake
• Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot
• Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink
• “You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit
• Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it
• “I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”
• Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever
• Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever
• Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’
• Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether
• Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing
• Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again
• The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up
• Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again”
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McDonalds Why Don’t You Cater For Babies
Terri Taylor wants to know why McDonalds don’t cater for babies.
Taylor said: “Mcdonalds I have a question for you!
You refused to serve me water to heat milk for my 8 week old baby because of health and safety. Yet…. I could pay for a tealess tea and be given the boiling water!
So I can be charged £1.19 for a tea with out a tea bag or milk and walk around you’re store with boiling water.
Yet if I ask for water to heat my babies bottle my only option is to let your staff unhygienically prep my tiny 8 week old babies bottle. I can’t have the water to check it my self and prep it my self for health and safety reasons. Yet you’ll allow me to do exactly as I intended with the water once I’ve paid for a tea that you didn’t supply a tea bag for nor milk….
Is this to avoid Mums feeding in your stores?
Is this to rinse the already poor?
Is this quite simply because you can?
Because other stores have provided me with the water in a cup with a lid!
I’m furious that you were willing to leave me unable to feed my daughter… family restaurant is what your advertised as.
Share the hell out of this.
I hope your ashamed McDonald’s.
It’s not hygienic for your staff to prep my child’s bottle.
It’s a small amount of hot. Not boiling hot water.
I felt embarrassed as I begged for water. Only to then rethink and head back to the till and question my theory. Which proved to be right. You would give me water if I paid for a tea where I wasn’t provided with the tea bag or milk I’d paid for. Just hot water. Which then allowed me to feed my child.
Fuming!”.
Whats your thoughts should hot water be provided for free?
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Relationship Goals-Man Shares His Feelings
Sean Mason is my new hero, the way he speaks about the mother of his child is wonderful, I wish more guys were like him.
Sean said “This picture right here (doesn’t know I’ve took it yet) 😂 is a picture of a girl who gives everything for her kids even when she is feeling down and not feeling well. She is asleep usually by 8pm every night because she is exhausted anybody who says parenting is easy is lying everyday is different some days can be a real challenging day and some days easier than others
I go to work and she stays Home difference is I can eat my food without the worry of it going cold she cannot she always makes sure that our kids have a hot meal
I can go to the toilet without even thinking that I will be disturbed she cannot
I can go to sleep without thinking my sleep will be broken she cannot she gets up during the night when the kids need the toilet or if they need a drink she lets me sleep knowing I have to be up around 4-5am every morning
When I’m poorly and feeling unwell she makes sure that I get plenty of rest and makes sure that I’m eating a drinking plenty
Never are 2 days the same for mothers so sit back and think of all the things she is doing for “YOUR” child I have massive respect for women who do this alone so keep up the good work 💕👌🏻”.
Since the lovely Sean Mason posted this to Facebook it has been shared thousands of times and woman around the world are saluting him as a real man and even tagging their own partners asking why they can’t be more like him. #relationshipgoals #hero #respect
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Heartbreaking Story Of Abandoned Dog
“My family brought me home, all cradled in their arms. They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm. They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys. I sure did love my family, especially the little girls and boys.”
“The children loved to feed me; they gave me special treats. They even let me sleep with them – all snuggled in the sheets. I used to go for walks, often several times a day. They even fought to hold the leash, I’m very proud to say.”
“These are the things I’ll not forget – a cherished memory. Now that I’m in the shelter – without my family. They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe. But I didn’t know the difference between the old one and the new.”
“The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug. So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug. They said that I was out of control, and would have to live outside. This I didn’t understand, although I tried and tried.”
“The walks stopped, one by one, they said they hadn’t time. I wish that I could change things; I wish I knew my crime. My life became so lonely in the backyard, on a chain. I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.”
“So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why. They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye. If I’d only had some training when I was a little pup, I wouldn’t have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.”
“‘You only have one day left, I heard the worker say. Does that mean I have a second chance? Do I go home today?”
-Anonymous
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Read Before You Judge- Elaine Lordan
Elaine Lordan (Lynne Slater – Eastenders) Then & Now ** read til the end before judging her **
I’ve seen a few really horrible, disgusting posts and comments over the last few days and it’s really shown me what a vile, self-centred, judgemental world we live in.
From all the people who think they’re above homelessness to those who look at someone at their lowest ebb and can actually find it funny… is just abhorrent behaviour.
It’s ok to be shocked, who wouldn’t be. These pics were designed by the media to do just that. However if I had a photo of you from 10 years ago and put it alongside one from today .. with no notice given so you could plaster your face in make up, add 42 filters or hide your actual true face by using Snapchat, How do you think you would fare in the media circus or on social media?
Shock doesn’t give you the right to be derogatory about another at their time of need. She’s clearly already going through enough without being hounded by paparazzi and internet trolls.
Two things which are a MAJOR contributor to suicide. Blood on many hands out there.
Before you laugh, judge & say “omg I’d never be like that” … ask yourself if you know their full story.
Just scraping the lid of Elaines past few years of her life ….
1. She was sacked from the soap in 2004
2. 2005 her mum committed suicide by leaping in front of a train
3. Just a few months later her 1 year old son died suddenly, less than a week after his 1st birthday and a few days after Elaines wedding to the father of her child.
4. A couple of years later she fell pregnant again but sadly had a miscarriage
5. A year later, her dad died.
Amongst this she had relationship troubles (as would ANYONE going through that)
Media stuck to her tail day and night just desperate to catch her off guard and if she’s looking ‘happy’ then she’s made to look uncaring.. if she’s looking ‘sad’ then she’s made to look like she’s crumbling and weak.
All this in around 4 short years.
Don’t pertain to be a decent human if you can jump on the bandwagon and ridicule her. Look. Look at her face in the second pic. Look deeply, past the skin and the hollowness. Look in her eyes.
Personally, she’s a woman I want to hug. Not because it would change her life or her problems. But because it’s what her mum would do if she were here.
It’s what her father would do, if he were here.
It’s what her beautiful son would do, if he were here and it’s what her beautiful unborn child would do, if they were here.
However, they’re not. Look at your family and your kids and ask yourself if you can truly say what you would do if you lost them all one after the other.
No-one knows what they would do.
Instead of jumping like vultures to tear her apart further, why not use those vulture wings & turn them into angels wings.. support her and force the media to stop hounding people to the point they’ll kill themselves.
Fight for her to get the help and assistance she needs before it’s too late.
I’m sorry, but I won’t have blood on my hands by hounding people to the point of death. Will you?
credit Caz Lucas
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I’m Depressed-Mama and her bears
What can I do for you today? She said. “I’m depressed” the second the words rolled from my tongue I broke down. My head dropped, my body became weightless and the tears wouldn’t stop. I sat on the doctors chair feeling embarrassed. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t cry. But it was the first time I had ever said it out loud. Before I had said to David “I’m feeling a bit down” “I just feel poorly” or “I’m not feeling myself”. I could never say the words out loud before because that would be admitting that I had a problem.
This will probably be the post that will be the hardest to write for me. I can count on one hand people who know about my postnatal depression and anxiety. Most people see me as the happy girl (with an occasional resting bitch face). How could somebody like me have this?
The first few weeks of Oscars life were great. I got used to the night feeds, we was developing a routine and getting to know each other. We had visitors coming out of our ears. I complained at the time that we always had somebody there, but soon I would’ve given anything for a friendly face at my door. Soon David was back at work, working long hours because of Christmas and late nights. Then the novelty of this new baby wore off. The visits faded and pretty soon it was just me and my baby most days.
The first sign to me that something was wrong was when the health visitor came to do the six-week postnatal check and you have to fill out a questionnaire about your moods and behavior. I’m pretty sure I lied on every single question. Why would I tell her that I was struggling? She would take my precious baby away from me, I just knew it.
To me it couldn’t be depression because I saw people with postnatal depression as people who couldn’t bond with their babies. People who wanted to hurt their babies or didn’t want them. Oscar was one of the main reasons why I pulled out of it. We developed the strongest bond from when he was inside of me, but I didn’t want people to think I was incapable of looking after him so it had to be a secret. He made me happy, he was my reason for getting out of bed every morning and for putting a smile on my face.
Depression for me was locking myself in the bathroom, lying on the floor and hysterically crying. It was screaming into my hands until I had a migraine. It was going from the girl who could barely keep her room tidy a few years before, to developing OCD. My house had to be cleaned constantly. I wouldn’t do anything until it was spotless, until any germs had gone so my boy wouldn’t get them.
Depression for me was literally pulling out my hair until I had chunks of my hair wrapped around my hand. It was blocked plugs from my hair falling out constantly because I was so stressed. Depression for me was binge eating some days, then other days forgetting to eat. It was lying awake at night despite the fact Oscar dropped his night feeds, thinking about how much of a failure I was to him. I would be awake for hours whilst the world slept, crying to myself about how he deserved so much better than me, about how I hadn’t been to as many baby groups and days out with him as I had planned before.
Depression for me was scrolling through Facebook and seeing my friends on nights out wishing I was there but knowing that this weight called anxiety wouldn’t let me, or even have the guts to ask if I could tag along. It was taking him to the doctors or the walk in centre constantly because I was sure there was something wrong with him. It was constantly checking milestone ages and panicking if he hadn’t reached them by the age it said online.
Anxiety made me not want to leave the house . For a few months I barely went out unless I was with David. I only wanted to stay in the comfort of my home. My safe place. To me the world was too dangerous for my little boy. The thought of going into a shop and buying something filled me with dread, talking to somebody that I didn’t know who would judge me. I would time going out in public so that I didn’t have to feed him in a coffee shop or cafe unless I was with somebody. People would judge the way I fed him, how I winded him, the fact that he was drinking from a bottle and not my breast. Obviously they wasn’t but that’s how I felt. It was thinking that everybody would be better off without me.
Sitting in the doctor’s office saying these words was the hardest thing that I ever did. I was referred for counseling (in 2016 and even after chasing it I’ve still never heard anything) and was put on anti depressants and anxiety tablets. For two weeks I took these tablets and I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t want tablets to make me feel happy. Instead, I got myself out everyday. Sun, rain, snow, I was out. Most days all I could do was go to Asda but I was out. I joined a baby group and I wasn’t afraid of what people thought or how I held my baby or what I was wearing. I knew i was good enough again. For months I stared at the same four walls day in day out. Fresh air, walks, the park, anything to get me out. I would leave a few bits of my online shopping order just so I had an excuse to pop to the supermarket.
Depression isn’t always not bonding with your baby. It’s nit picking, it’s postpartum rage, it’s not being able to sit still, it’s sleepless nights and feeling worthless. People will experience it in different ways but this was my experience. Sometimes I get worried I’ll fall back into it again, I get really down when I’m due on so I usually panic around that time. Esme is 12 weeks old now and I’d like to think I would recognize the signs if it was to happen again earlier. I also wouldn’t be afraid this time. I use to see it as a weakness, I was failing. If anything I think it makes me pretty fucking great, despite feeling like this, I can now confidently say I’m a really good mum. I’m pretty shit at most things haha, but I am a good mum and my relationship with my boy never suffered because of how I was feeling.
If you know any new mum’s, then make sure to check up on them. Visit them for a cup of tea and a gossip. Despite having two little people with me constantly and never being alone, it’s so easy to feel lonely.
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Padsicles-Best Remedy For After Birth
I made Padsicles to wear after I give birth to help soothe and heal my vagina, I wish I had known this magical trick with my two other births.
When a friend told me about them I thought she was crazy, Frozen fanny pads aka Padsicles but my god my vagina hasn’t felt so cool and pain-free for ages, after the birth of my relatively average sized baby boy Samuel I was ever so tender down on in my baby making area and was struggling to walk and was having to urinate in the shower or pouring a cold jug over my vagina as I wee’d in the toilet.
When my friend told me about them I was skeptical at first but WOW, my vagina loves it, walking isn’t painful and my vagina has forgotten that it has recently pushed a human out of it.
Here is how to make it:
-Aloe Vera
-Witch Hazel
-Coconut Oil
-Fold back in wrapper & freeze.
After three hours your padsicles are ready to use, pain-free vagina, enjoy,and thank me later. Share with all your mummy friends let’s save other womans vaginas!