How do you fancy winning some Vileda cleaning products?

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With the children going back to school, now is the perfect time to do a big push on the housework front. That can only be easier if you win cleaning products.

I have tried to keep up with the housework over the school holidays. I have even tried to get the children involved but they prove very reluctant. It can be difficult to juggle everything that needs to be done over the school holidays. As soon as the new term starts, I am going to do a major cleaning and tidying blitz.

To celebrate the launch of their campaign, ‘Floor Miles’, I’ve teamed up with Vileda, the UK’s leading household cleaning brand. Vileda is offering one lucky reader the chance to win £25 worth of cleaning goodies to get their homes ship shape this summer. Perfect for busy homes, Vileda products are designed to last miles longer and make your cleaning miles easier! You can enter via to win the cleaning products pictured via the Rafflecopter below.

For more competitions and to find out how to collect Vileda ‘Floor Miles’ and be in with a chance of winning a family eco-holiday, head to the Vileda UK Facebook page.

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Where do you find support for mums?

Have you heard of or do you remember Groovy Mums?

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It was an initiative I set up when feeling down on myself to pick myself up and hoping that along the way I could off support for mums too,

We had Twitter parties, the mums who blogged shared their stories and most importantly, both myself and other mums made proactive and positive changes in their lives. It is amazing what you can do when you have a great peer support network behind you.

Groovy Mums is coming back with a new name and exciting ways to get involved. I think it is a splendid time to relaunch support for mums as children go off to school and mums might have a little more time to focus on their hopes and dreams.

1. Groovy Mums regularly got criticised for the name so there will be a new name. I do have a name in mind but I am also open to your suggestions too before next week’s post when we really get started on this amazing journey.

2. People will be able to get more involved by sharing their own stories about how have found themselves, carved out some me time or taken charge of their own destiny.

3. There will be a collaborative Pinterest board to share positive images of what we get up to.

4. A weekly linky will be opened on Thursdays will calls to action and inspirational ideas.

5. There will be a presence on other social media networks.

6. There will be a new badge and I am looking for a volunteer to design it.

7. There will be prizes and there will be certificates!

How you can get involved

1. You can take part in the weekly linky telling us how you are getting on and/or seeking the support of other mums. If you can add images or video, so much the better. It is good if you can visit the other posts linked up as you can lend your support to other mums and might learn something new too.

2. You can take part in our regular Twitter parties to share your ideas and offer support for mums.

3. There are very exciting plans for the new and improved Groovy Mums in 2015 so now is the time to get involved to see what that might be all about.

Are you on board to take baby steps to make your dreams come true whilst offering support for mums too?

We had bad news recently and I decided not to blog about it.

I feel comfortable saying what happened now. After only 5 months in his new job after redundancy and a long period of unemployment, my husband was told he was to lose the new job. He had not done anything wrong. It is just that in the charity world, funding can be cut and his bosses decided it was last in, first out.

You can imagine how we felt. We had done an expensive move down South and now it all seemed a bit in vain. I certainly felt troubled. By his own admission my husband was not proactive enough about job seeking last time round. I took the strain as he went down emotionally.

When my husband shared his disappointing news a couple of weeks ago, he also promised me he would take action this time in a positive manner.

One job application went in straight away and he was rejected even though he met the person specification and had done a strikingly similar job. Sometimes things just don’t make sense.

Other job applications went in and we were waiting to hear once they close towards the end of August.

The day before yesterday a recruitment agency telephoned his work and totally by chance he picked up the phone. They were seeking advice on how to recruit a candidate. Miraculously, they were describing my husband’s skills and experience.

To cut a long story short, he saw the agency yesterday and the employer today. It took them less than a hour to make a decision.

He starts work next Wednesday.

It just goes to show what a positive mental attitude and little bit of luck can do not to mention a lot of friends crossing absolutely everything to wish us well.

Phew and all that!

Today my Dad remembers his sex education and prostitution in navy ports such as Istanbul.

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Most of us were young. I was 19 years old approaching 20 years and quite naïve. Back at home among young people sex was not a word that came readily to the tongue nor was what it meant talked about only in a roundabout way. In others, so far as I was aware, promiscuity was not common and from most men’s point of view a woman who was suspected of giving it out was to be avoided. Whether the same attitude applied to most women in respect of a man I don’t know.

In the Navy, predominantly an all male environment it was similarly talked about but presumably only indulged in when ashore where women were available. In most ports, prostitution was often more or less secretly available in the upstairs rooms of bars.

I and my mates visited the bars but drew the line at the upstairs entertainment. Basically I was brought up as were most young people with the view that sex came with marriage and that pre-marital sex resulted in all kinds of terrible diseases. My father’s advice “Keep away from red lamp holes” still held.

Coming back to Istanbul. The groups of other sailors that we met urged us to go and look at the streets of brothels. So off we went, sailors three. There were two streets parallel to each other consisting of two storey terraced houses. Lots of sailors from the British ships were walking up and down these streets all dressed in full white uniform. The story was that of these streets one was for the working class of the populous and one for the better class of people.

Sex was available at a set rate of one shilling and ten pence for the one street and two shillings and four pence for the “better quality” street. To draw a comparison my daily rate of pay was three shillings of which I had to allot on shilling to my parents. It wasn’t the cost that put me off but the thoughts of getting into bed or couch with a strange foreign woman and of what might follow.

In the middle of the more expensive street one house was given over to a prophylactic centre where after sex one could have a free injection into the penis to avert V.D. This gave away many of the sailors who had indulged because those who had taken “the cure” were coming out of this centre with a large iodine coloured stain of the front of their white trousers. We left the area with a clean sheet as did many others.

To me that was the end of Istanbul and we were back on board ship by tea time. Istanbul was a great disappointment because it had nothing to offer a huge number of British sailors. We wandered the streets of the city where none of the ordinary people with whom we came into contact spoke nor understood English and where by a geographical anomaly were European but by language, religion and lifestyle were Asian.

    The Pramshed

    What has made my soul sing this week?

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    1. I have spent a lot of time this week evaluating where I am and where I want to be. Too often, mums can focus on the needs of everyone else and lose sight of their aspirations. There are things I want to achieve and I am determined to move forwards positively.

    2. I have asked for help this week. Usually I am a natural helper and don’t find it easy to ask for support. This week I did. I am overwhelmed by the generosity shown by my online friends. Thank you.

    3. I got up early this morning and enjoyed about 3 hours all to myself. How lovely silence is when you are in the middle of the long school holidays. I wish I could discipline myself to get up at least a hour earlier than everyone else in the family every day.

    4. I am feeling very motivated. I find the more I do, the more I want to do.

    5. I heard about good news from friends – a good holiday after a difficult year, pleasing A-Level results and so on. It is lovely to see things working out well for people.

    6. Random words keep coming to me in a variety of ways. I am sure they are showing me my next path.

    7. I think I just might be starting to believe in myself and in quite a big way.

    So there you have my reasons to be cheerful.

    What are yours?