Dear Mothercare

Dear Mothercare,



Well, this is certainly a letter that I never expected to write.


As the doors of the final stores close this weekend I felt compelled to write a letter to thank a business, a family; that gave me so much. I’m heartbroken that this is how it ended for the best business I have ever worked for.


It is the most bizarre thing in the world to me that that big ‘m’ will no longer be on our high street; to some it is just another casualty of retail but to me, and anyone who ever worked there, it is so much more. It is the loss of a place that we all called home. Even after you left, it never left you. The skills and knowledge that you gained whilst working there is something that could not be gained anywhere else.


My journey with Mothercare started when I was just turned 17. My interview was on a Wednesday. Wednesday 30th August 2006. Don’t ask me why I remember that date so well – maybe deep down I just always knew it was going to be a big part of my life, who knows. I was just looking for a part time job for a year or two to see me through until I went and got ‘a proper job’. I remember it was a group interview, couldn’t tell you how many other people were there, I remember the people assessing the group (Diane, Nicola, Cassie, Emily and Denise) and that there was definitely almost too many assessors for the amount of people being interviewed. One of the tasks we had to do was make new uniform out of carriers and other random shit in a group. Who knows what the f they were assessing through that but apparently I passed it and got the phone call on Friday 1st September to say I had the job and could I start on Sunday 3rd. (I said yes in case you didn’t get where this was going).


Over the years I worked in a lot of stores, some just for the day or week, some for longer. Some as a Customer Service Advisor, some as a VM, some as a Customer Service Supervisor, Assistant Manager, Deputy Store Manager, Store Manager, Dual site Store Manager. This business shaped me into the manager I am today.


I worked for some amazing managers (and some not so good) over my years there. I learnt a lot from them all. Some good things and some not so good; in a way I almost feel like the lessons from the bad managers were more important than the lessons from the good ones.


I have to shout out the best ones.


Diane Dalby and Paula Trevaskis; one that got me in to the business and the other gave the CSA a shot at something bigger and didn’t let me leave even when I moved away to university.


My fave, Mr. Colin Keefe – the first RM to make me believe I could run bigger stores, with bigger teams and turnovers. You never doubted me, even when I was ill. Or if you did you didn’t tell me. King of the one-word text messages. Thank you for taking me back without question after I thought I was going to run away to Australia because the world had kicked my ass that year. I could write you your own letter with all the thanks I owe you.


And then there is Mr. Shutlar. Tom. I still miss working for you and it’s been about 18 months since I called you boss. The team in Brixton used to call you my work husband. Another one that trusted me with more. Thank you for always having my back. It was probably a good thing we left when we did because if one more person told me you’d said something nice about me I’d not have been able to get out the door. Your support through everything was always appreciated in case I never told you.


I covered some miles at Mothercare. I worked all over the South of England. All the stores I remember working in are

Crawley, Horsham (ELC and MC), Redhill, Brighton, Worthing, Canterbury, Watford, Guildford, Aldershot, Camberley, Canterbury, Bracknell, Brixton, Croydon (in town), Croydon (Out of town), Tunbridge Wells, Bluewater (ELC and MC), Chichester (ELC and MC), Eastbourne (MC and ELC, in town and OOT), Sutton, Maidstone, Peterborough, Hounslow, Basingstoke ELC, Poole, Southampton… there are probably more but man, you get the idea of the distance covered.


I worked store openings, store closures, refits, baby shows… all of it was hard work but so much bloody fun. There was so many times I would listen to my friends moan about their jobs and I would wonder if it was normal for someone to enjoy their job as much as me.


Now, don’t get me wrong, there were days when it was bad, days when the expectation felt too high. I remember once, when I was a CSS, we had such a bad visit with the Regional Manager I cried. The reason I always got up and dusted myself off the next day, the reason we all did, was because we felt that we were making a difference. That what we did mattered. That sense of purpose was essential and made us all give a shit about what we were doing. It gave us a reason to put a smile on our face and come to work, even when our personal lives were falling apart. Our customers needed us. To help them navigate the scariest (but most rewarding) times of their lives was an honour.


We did it for them.


The couple that was clueless but so excited to take this next step together. The couple that had an unplanned surprise but decided to go for it. The couple that had spent the cost of a small home on IVF and had finally got lucky. The single mums (and dads) that had never planned to be single parents but had had no choice but to carry on. The ones that thought they knew everything and then realised actually there was more to this than meets the eye. The dads that had to run out to get the stuff they had forgotten because baby had come early “how do I know which breast pads are best?!”. The ones celebrating their rainbow babies. Scared but hopeful. We were next to them every step of the way.


Watching these people grow their families was an honour, and being a part of it was so special. When they came back to show off baby and you got to have a cuddle, when they came back to see you specifically for baby number 2 because you’d been so helpful with baby number 1; “I’ve been looking for you!!!”


Selfishly, one of the things that makes me saddest is that I’ll never be able to shop there myself. If I’m ever lucky enough to have babies of my own I’ll never experience an Expectant Parent Event, or get to visit to choose my car seat or pick my nursery furniture. Select a ‘coming home’ outfit for baby.


I’m going to shut this down now because I’m rambling and most people have probably turned off. Simply put, thank you Mothercare. For absolutely everything. You gave this girl a career, you made her believe in herself. You gave her some of the best times of her life. You connected her with some of the best people ever, some of whom I’m still lucky enough to call friends.


There are some heartbreaks you never get over, and this is always going to be one of them for me.


To everyone that is still there, closing their store doors for the last time, I’m sending you virtual hugs and so much love. You all fought until the end. You should be incredibly proud of that.



Mothercare UK, 1961-2020

You’ll be missed.


xoxo M

Ok Ladies, now let’s get in formation.




“Men make the moral code and they expect women to accept it.”

That is a direct quote from Emmeline Pankhurst. I must say, what a woman.

Like most people my age I knew Emmeline’s name, I knew that she was a big player in securing the vote for women. I knew that she inspired a group of women to bring about a change in the British Law that we still benefit from today. What I didn’t take away from those History lessons in secondary school (ICC class of 2005 waddup) was how much those women went through to get something that we take for granted now, that some women don’t even use.

Speaking to someone on the weekend it became apparent she didn’t even know who Ms. Pankhurst was, and what the suffragettes did; how much of a stir they created. How they went to prison for asking to be heard and have a say in how their country was run. How they were seen as ‘odd’ and outcast because they wanted their voices, the voices of women all over the country, to be heard.

I have previously posted on my social media the impact the move “Suffragette” had on me when I saw it. Of course there was a storyline that was the work of fiction as the main focus of the movie, but they were based on real things that happened to real women in those times. The facts and issues they faced were based on real events, inspired by real events. With the impending general election in Britain I feel like I need to revisit the importance of this film and it’s message.

I am not here to tell you about the parties policies. You have google, research it. I am here to ask one thing of you – 




We all know how opinionated I am, I have pretty strong views on most things. I lost facebook friends over my opinions on Brexit (tragic, really). Yesterday when I was at coffee with one of my friends we started talking about the general election and I got so wound up that we had to change the subject.

Extreme some might say; necessary to others.

 For me I find it completely mind boggling that people DON’T use their votes, that some don’t see the point in educating themselves and blindly vote for the party they always have, or the party their parents do. My voting history is not one that is consistent with any one party – I am proud to say that with each election I take the time to listen and research the policies and vote based on that. Since I have turned 18 I have voted for all 3 of the major parties; and even some of the smaller ones. I may be blindly loyal in other situations but not in political ones.

“My vote doesn’t make a difference”

I’ll just leave this lovely little graph here showing how wrong you are…

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All those votes not made – it could have changed the face of the UK. It is crazy to me that you would not want to be heard, you would not want to have the chance to influence your future; the future of your country; the one that so many were keen to ‘get back’ from the EU.

As a woman I can’t help but go back to what the suffragettes did for us, to get our vote, to allow us ladies to be heard. To know there are women that now don’t use that vote – well you may as well go and take a piss on Ms. Pankhurst’s grave. To me it is that disrespectful. Again, some may say that’s an extreme opinion but after seeing the movie and then doing further research myself I would beg to differ.

I mean, women in Saudi Arabia have only been allowed to vote since 2015.

2 years.

I’m younger than a lot of those women and I have more years of voting under my belt. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

Women living in Vatican City are still not allowed to vote. IN 2017.

Perhaps if you were not allowed to vote then the ‘non-voters’ would feel slightly differently, who knows.

So, this is a call to arms.

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Beyonce says so!




I don’t care who you vote for on June 8th – ok, well I do. It would be great if we could all agree with me but I do understand that differences in opinions are what make life so colourful – I just care that you vote; that you educate yourselves and vote.

Your country needs you.

Don’t let it down.

Xoxo Micks 

P.s register to vote here: