The Cambridge Mummy blog on…. car insurance

Please note that this a post that’s brought to you by so please check our disclosure policy. The mere thought of paying for the boys to be insured on our cars terrifies me as I’ve got to pay my own car insurance this week and it’s gone up a bit *ahem* since I wrote off a car three years ago. But anyway, more about that later…

As most parents of growing children know, one of the largest adjustments of parenthood is the changing ways in which you need to care for your children. As your kids grow older and gain more experience in the world, they become more capable of caring for themselves in basic ways, but still need guidance in certain aspects of life. Sometimes, this can lead to changes and necessities that parents may never really think to see coming. For example, many parents do not fully consider how many things will change when their kids begin driving.

Obviously, there are basic concerns with the safety and responsibilities of driving, where your children are concerned. You will certainly be prepared to teach your kids how to drive, and to instruct them on the rules of the road, and how to drive cautiously and defensively. Furthermore, you are probably prepared to impose specific rules on your kids, such as distance limitations or restrictions on how many people you want them driving away. But all of this is about safety ‚Äì you also need to be prepared for the financial commitments involved in starting your kids off on the road. For example, will you be buying your kids cars, or handing a used car down to them? And, more importantly, how are you planning on insuring your child’s car?

As you certainly know from your own experiences, car insurance is extremely necessary from both a safety and a financial perspective. Of course you want to hope for the best, and hopefully you will never have to go through the ordeal of your child being involved in any sort of accident or road-related mishap. However, if a situation like this does arise, you will certainly want to have been sure that your child’s vehicle was properly, and thoroughly insured. This is why you may want to look into a well-respected insurance company like Aviva, which can help you to figure out a good policy for your kids.

Initially, one of the most appealing aspects of the Aviva car insurance policies is the company‚ multicar insurance package, which is ideal for families adding additional cars and/or drivers. Essentially, a multicar insurance policy allows you to save both costs and hassle when you add a new vehicle, as it groups your existing vehicle and the new one into a single insurance package. This means that rather than having two separate policies to keep up with (as well as two different sets of paperwork to fill out every time there is an issue with either car), you will simply have a convenient insurance bundle that contains and protects both of your cars at the same time. Additionally, once you add the second vehicle you can have up to one third of its insurance price reduced.

Once you decide on your specific insurance policy, you will be all set with the convenient, thorough, and cost competitive services offered by Aviva. You will also gain immediate access to the extremely convenient online management of your insurance policy, which is something that not everybody is lucky enough to enjoy just yet. Until relatively recently, insurance policies were still managed in person, by mail and over the phone, so if you are only now updating or changing your insurance, you may benefit greatly from the simplicity of being able to adjust, update and change your policy online. Ultimately, however, with regard to what is most important, your coverage, and its ability to keep you and any drivers you may be managing safe and financially secure ‚ you will be placing your trust in an experienced and trustworthy insurance company with a history of helpful performance. There is no more appealing option, particularly if and when you are setting up your own kids
as new drivers!

Cambridge Mummy on Dear So and So… 18.2.2012

Dear New Friend
Thank you for asking me to be your friend. I agree, it is *very* weird to make new friendships as we get older, but it’s worth taking your time with this kind of thing, because life’s too short to hang out with people who are nothing less than fabulous, who encourage you and will make you feel good about yourself and your decisions in life. So I’m well chuffed that you asked me to be your friend!
x

Dear Headache
Seriously – do I not have enough to handle when I have PMT without you punishing me for caving in and mainlining chips and gravy with diet coke this week? A headache that’s not quite enough to make me take to my bed but has pounded all day today making me a grumpy cow who now, because I’ve been dozing on the sofa, can’t get to sleep. Do me a favour and jog on will you?
x

Dear New Shiny Red Trainers
I love you. I have spent a lot of money on you. Please do not get black bits around the front and DO NOT, allow the denim of my jeans to turn your white bits around the bottom a weird grey blue colour. I am going to San Francisco in March and I want you to look all spanky fabulously new until I go. I think you are so fab I’m going to put a photo of you in here. See :)
x

Liz Weston - PR, Social Media, Marketing type who loves her new red trainers

Cambridge Mummy with a newsflash – you *can* save money when pregnant / a new mum

 

Save money - get freebies - vouchers - deals and money saving info from Mum and Baby onlineThis is not a sponsored post per se, but it is a post that I’ve gotten through one of our clients at Weston Communications. So I’ve got a vested interest in this working ;) But at the same time, I’m putting it on my blog because I want to share money saving offers with people who are pregnant, new mums or have friends who are…

Please go and sign up to Mum and Baby Online – a one stop shop – a place where you can sign up to information, coupons, vouchers, money saving deals and all sorts of great stuff from Pampers, Huggies, Hipp and Argos and more whose names I can’t remember, to get their newsletters and offers all sent to you, without having to sing up for them individually.

I have vivid memories, funny, hilarious and emotional memories of my time as a new mummy, with Mrs R, with us both with a little plastic bag – you know the one you get your pennies in from the bank – with voucher codes in them, planning our activities around them as new mums. It was a mission for us, to see what we could save in the course of a day by optimising our voucher efficiency. I am so happy just thinking back to that point. It’s makes me feel mushy inside. So if nothing else, sign up to Mum and Baby Online, get your free offers, codes, discounts, coupons and money saving freebies and have fun with other women like I did with Mrs R and our babies x

And on another matter altogether, what’s the best deal that you’ve seen for pregnancy or new families recently? It’s good to share!

 

 

 

 

 

Cambridge Mummy on things you’re not supposed to blog about

I figure this is going to be a regular thing for me, once I start doing it. Shall I start a category in it’s own right for it? We’ll see….

The things you don’t get told about having babies are numerous. But the big thing for me has been the change in ahem, bladder control. Although my distress yesterday has made for lots of amusement for other people, so I figure it’s only right to share it here with you.

I’m on the train yesterday to London, and it’s only an hour journey. I get to the station in good time, decide to get my hot chocolate and move to get myself sorted on the train. I could kind of do with a wee, but want a seat on the train. So I stay where I am. Having watched a couple of other people go to and from the loo, when I actually need a wee, 20 minutes later, I go to the loo myself.

But the door is closed, and the “engaged” sign is activated. I hover for a couple of minutes. The American Lady tells me that there’s no one in there. I keep pressing the button to open the door to no avail. So I decide to sit it out and wait. In the following 40 minutes, 6 people came to use the loo. A couple banged on the door. No response from inside. And no door movement. There’s only one loo on a train, so I sit there, getting more and more uncomfortable. And then, it turns to panic when the train stops and we are held at Harringay.

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Hannah and Richard are in the office and phone me for something work related. I share my predicament and fear that I’m about to literally have an accident in the middle of the train. Where do you go? What do you do? Do I go back to the bin for my costa coffee hot chocolate cup???? Arrrrrgggghhh. Their *support* is not entirely useful – they are cackling with laughter and Richard is particularly brave with his comments because he’s not within arms reach of me at that point. Their making me laugh makes it even worse, so I hang up and revert to my pain.

And then with a lurch that makes it even more painful, the train goes off again.

After this, there’s the final injustice of it all. We get off at platform 11b at Kings Cross. I am hobbling along the platform and the first loos are for boys. The girls toilets have been moved as part of the upgrade. I’m on the phone – I think to Chelle, whimpering saying I can’t see a toilet. An older bloke tells me kindly where they are and I move as quickly as I can in that direction. You’ll note that I didn’t say walk, as that would not be an accurate description.

I get to the loo, can’t get the 20p and 10p out of my purse quick enough, and end up in tears trying to sort myself out. That’s my make up done then. Eventually, I have my time in the “ladies facilities” and feel much better for it. So much, that I can’t remember what the fuss was for. But then I see other people fumbling anxiously at the entrance and it all comes flooding back. (that’s an unintended pun there. sorry)

And on that note, I nonchalantly leave the loo, with very little make up on and saunter over to the tube entrance, thinking “no one will know how close you’ve just been to wetting yourself, it’s fine”. And then I see the bloke who pointed me in the right direction and he winks so I revise my self chatter in my mind – “only one person will know how close you’ve just been to wetting yourself, it’s fine….”

What do you do when you’re out and about and need the loo with no “facilities” to be found?
How do you cope?

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