Turkey Pasta

So, the last time I made this I thought I should blog recipe. A few people mentioned I should. So here I am.

I will just say, I don’t use a lot of pasta in this dish. Literally just a small cup. It’s only to bulk it out and not to overrule it. Plus I am into calorie counting and this dish serves which makes 3 portions comes in at roughly 400 calories. Winner.

What you will need


500g turkey mince

1 tin of chopped tomatoes

Peppers [red, yellow, green, orange]

Red onion

Handful of  sliced cherry tomatoes

garlic [2 cloves]

Chillies [as many as you’d like]

Wholemeal pasta [small cup per person]


Put pasta on to cook as your usual method.

Cut all the peppers [I usually cut them into bite sized pieces] and onion


and add them to a non-stick pan with the turkey mince. I don’t use any oil. Season.


Cook it all through till the turkey is cooked properly


Add chillies, tinned tomatoes and cherry tomatoes [the reason I add the chilli at this stage and not before, is I separate a portion off for Caitlyn] I sometimes add dried chilli flakes too. I like it hot.

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Drain the pasta when it’s cooked and mix into the pan


And then serve. And obviously enjoy. Add some mozzarella if you fancy it.


So there you go. Simple, but really tasty and really filling. If you make it let me know. I love some feedback. Good or bad ūüėÄ

Sunday wine thoughts.

You know when thoughts pop into your head. Well that’s happened a few times today. Few things are annoying me. Ha I hear you laugh, things annoy Kirsty? Well I never.

I am single. And when I talk about missing having a partner, I am often greeted with “well it’s not all roses having a partner” and so on. I know. I wasn’t always single. I do know what it is like to have a partner. I really am not stupid. Being single is shit. No the grass isn’t always greener only having yourself to rely on. I hate it. Having support, even if he’s shit at it is more than I have. So yes. I know what it is like to have a significant other. Please don’t treat me like I am stupid.

Also, if I ever got married. Yes stop laughing I am being serious. It scares me, if I did get married. I would have hardly any guests. I don’t have parents. Yes I have an extended family but it’s not huge any more. I don’t have tons of friends either. It’s a really scary thought, who would walk me down the aisle? Who would be there to help. It’s a very ¬†unnerving thought and has made me cry lots.

I am looking for work. I am trained in quite a lot. I have a-levels. I am not stupid. I have done lots. From writing pornography to fry chips [in my younger days] But what I am trained in and what I used to love is CAD [computer aided design] Anyway, a few times in real life and internet, I have been treated like I am thick as I am not working. As above. I have worked before. I know what I am doing. I just can’t find a job that is suitable.

So there. My thoughts. Depressing mostly cause of the wine. And the fact everywhere I go people are in couples. I swear laughing at me, taking about their jobs.



So. It’s my birthday soon. 20 days today. I don’t really get presents. It’s just how it is. Maybe one day if I ever get a man and can adopt his parents who will be the best in laws ever., I might. Obviously that will happen. Anyway. This is my wish list. ¬†Which I will probably add too. ¬†But right now. Far too tired. We all know I love gin. Hendricks if you please.







But most of all, right now. I want the charity that funds our holiday to grant it. I am very sad about this. My girls are going to lose out. I applied a month ago, they normally get back to me within a week and no doubt the park we always go too will be fully booked. So yes, the caravan holiday would be the best present ever. Yes, I know it’s a charity. And I should be grateful I get something as many of you don’t. But raising a child with needs that are special is bloody hard work. But this holiday is for her. For her to relax and enjoy herself. Means I get a bit of respite. Sorry felt the need to justify there.


So, today me and my niece took D’arcy swimming. We also took her iPhone swimming. Literally. With a waterproof case. Amazing. We had to get permission from the manager of the pool. It’s bloody amazing. Being able to photograph her doing something she loves.

So here are some pictures from today.


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And a couple of videos. The latter one just shows how well the camera was used underwater with the waterproof case.


D’arcy is wearing a puddle jumper which I have to say is the best thing she has for being in the water. Much better than the vests, much better than arm bands. I can’t recommend it enough. D’arcys is from Ebay

And the waterproof case for the phone is made my LiteProof. If you’re thinking of getting one then I suggest this one¬†as I know it works.

Awesome inventions. That work.

Irks me.

Sometimes I read stuff¬†on-line¬† and it really does irk me. Like “solo parenting” and what a struggle it is. And “solo bedtime” and “solo bath time” I dunno. I guess as I am a solo parent ALL the time it gets to me.

I don’t think the world owes me a favour, but I have feelings and sometimes reading stuff like that makes me want to shout “I DO IT SOLO ALL THE FREAKING TIME”

Maybe see it as some one on one time with your child. Not about how hard it is, being a parent is hard full stop. Maybe stop to think about those that are doing it solo ALL of the time. Not just single mums, as there as there are single dads out there too.

I never set out to be a single mum and to be honest, all the other single parents I follow on Twitter didn’t set out for it. But for me. It was a choice I made to leave an abusive relationship. I don’t want to be single, nor a single parent. But that’s what I got right now. Unfortunately.


Just want to add. Many of us, single or not. Us mums [sorry dads] do most of the work, we do the bath times, we do the bed times. Even with the partner in the house. You still do it. So, if they aren’t there it doesn’t make any difference other than under your breath you’re not cursing them for not helping. The phrase “solo parenting” gets thrown around so often. It IRKS ME

Me guilty? Probably. Maybe.

I suffer so badly with feeling guilty. Guilty over doing things with my kids, or not doing. I worry if I am doing enough, if I am nurturing them enough.

I look at D’arcy and I am so proud of her, she started walking at 9 months, amazing. Her level of understanding is also amazing. She is very clever and responds to commands and understands consequences, such as TV off if she does this, or does that. But her speech? It’s just not happening. I worry it’s to do with her tongue tie, and I worry it’s to do with her dummies. But mostly I worry that she is going to have special needs like her big sister. It scares the hell out of me if I am honest.

I encourage her to talk, but she gets moody. I try to read to her, she normally jumps down, takes the book and throws it. She’s not interested. We do colouring, I always name the colours, she ignores me. It’s so frustrating, when I see other kids, younger than she is talking, proper words. And here D’arcy is, and can literally say “no” “mum” “bye” “shoes” and what sounds like “see later” but not that clear. Oh and “juice” none of these words are pronounced properly but well enough for me to understand them. But by nearly age 2. She should know a lot more words, she should know colours, or some at least. If I ask her get me the pink crayon. She sometimes gets it, fluke maybe. But mostly she ignores me. I tell her one. She holds up one finger. See she knows what I am asking of her.

I guess this time around I want to go at her pace, but is that too slow? With Caitlyn, before I knew she had her needs. I literally made her grow up too fast. Sat her down to do learning, I made her grow up too quickly, became her teacher. Numbers, words, colours. ¬†Kids need to enjoy their play I think, not be made to learn so young? After all they will spend so much time at school learning. I didn’t want to force D’arcy like I did Caitlyn. I am not a fan of pushy parenting. But then I sometimes think I am too lazy with her? I don’t know. I am quite active with her, she goes out a lot to the park, goes to toddler groups, see’s lots of other children her age. Goes to soft play. I play with her. But not loads. Only so many times I can drink pretend tea and colour in. Maybe that’s the key. Maybe it’s not enough.

Competitive parenting is much more common these days thanks to the internet. And I worry I am not doing enough when I see others do things. I can’t afford to take my girls to places every weekend. That gets to me.

They are loved and they are well looked after, but is that really enough? I just know I feel guilty.