I only have both children by myself for two days a week – Tuesdays and Thursdays. The other weekdays, EldestGirl is at nursery. Tuesdays and Thursdays go one of two ways: Excellent – YoungestGirl hits some new milestones and is happy pootling around playing with her toys. EldestGirl sits down and does reading with me, … [Read more…]
It’s natural and normal that our hopes and dreams change throughout our lives. At 14 I wanted to be the Artistic Director at the Royal Shakespeare Company. At 15, I’d reined it in to English teacher. By 17, like all good 17 year-olds, of course I was going to be a poet. When I was … [Read more…]
I had a birthday recently, and only to the very-generous could I still be considered to be in my mid-30s. This is fine. But, perhaps more conscious of time passing in my life, I did happen to notice that the Oil of Olay moisturiser that I can basically never be bothered to use, tells me … [Read more…]
I first met Cookie and Boothie when I started my first graduate job at a bank. I was (and possibly remain) a massive swot. Cookie and Boothie took it as their mission to slightly corrupt the new graduate by: Making me bunk off to the pub with them after a fire alarm Making me take … [Read more…]
When we moved from London, one of the first things I noticed about our new home town was the lack of diversity. Perhaps “lack” is too strong a word, but having previously been based in East London, as a white family we were probably in the minority, and I had grown used to our neighbourhood … [Read more…]
Many times over many years it has been debated who has it easier – the parent on maternity leave (pyjama days, coffee with friends, free time when the baby sleeps) or the parent who goes to the office (adult conversation, cup of hot tea, eating biscuits without your head in the cupboard). What I have … [Read more…]
I promise this isn’t going to be one of those dull blogs where people show you their amazing food in their immaculate kitchen. Honestly, I promise. Firstly, my kitchen is far from immaculate. Most of our recipes inadvertently contain more than your daily recommended amount of cat hair, and if I wipe the kitchen sides … [Read more…]
I promised EldestGirl pancakes for breakfast this morning. They’re something of a family speciality, and if you hide grated pear in them, I like to fool myself they’re not a totally unhealthy breakfast choice. (Though by the time I’ve drowned mine in maple syrup – “No, sorry, EldestGirl, this is just for grown-ups, it’s alcohol” – … [Read more…]
For those of you who were worried about my hurty finger, I’m pleased to tell you it has greatly improved today. I do have a small paper cut, but I’m going to try not to go on about it. Yesterday I met my friend Mel for coffee in a local town. EldestGirl was at nursery, … [Read more…]
I’m the first to admit I’m a hypochondriac. Not a lives-at-the-doctor’s-surgery, eating-as-many-pills-as-I-can-find hypochondriac, but usually have something a bit wrong. I am a big fan of Googling symptoms, and feeling smug when I get myself a diagnosis without even having to trouble the GP. Usually just the diagnosis itself is enough to stop me dwelling on it, … [Read more…]
