Everything in our flat is going wrong. I’m beginning to wonder if we have a poltergeist or have been cursed by one of those women who offer sprigs of heather as you walk past them in the high street. Gangster flower dealers…. Read more →
The child is most definitely suddenly six. By six I mean older, confident, and well… a bit cocky. Overnight she has morphed into Little Miss Chatback. Every sentence seems to start with “No Mummy, it’s…” I am being corrected at every turn…. Read more →
My newly six-year-old girl is visiting family with her dad, which is nice as she misses them because her dad lives abroad. I decided as the sproglett was away I’d do all the things I would like to do but can’t due… Read more →
Summer holidays. This is the ultimate juggling test of a mother. With the kids home all day every day it’s so much harder to reply to an email, call that utility company, and run three small businesses (never mind pluck eyebrows or… Read more →
I finally made it to Arundel. The land of dreams! Well, mainly the land of castles, lidos and cream teas. We went for the castle but discovered 1957. It was like going happily back in time. There was a butchers, a bakers… Read more →
My document is entitled ‘blank’. I feel a bit ‘blank’. I’m so hot I’m actually sitting in the shade (I never do this, I stalk the sun, I’m like a crazed fan following it around usually). I’m so hot I’m even drinking… Read more →
Things have changed. We’ve moved on from the tired repetitive conformity of having a summer in July. This is the age of Aquarius after all, summer is so last century…holding us back with its scantily clad frivolity. Summer was that two weeks… Read more →
I’m looking through smudged glasses. I’m in a coffee shop listening to about 27 European students chatter in a loud sing-song of patter. I have no idea what they are talking about but they are very excited about it. Perhaps they can’t… Read more →
I keep hanging out with babies. Not on purpose. They seem to be following me. Everywhere I go: babies, babies, babies. Of course they’re not literally following me, that would be weird… (we’re not making a CGI nightmare here!) I mean my… Read more →
The small child has not got used to the new place. She often wakes in the night, complaining of being scared. It’s the upstairs elderly neighbours going to the toilet at 3am clattering into things and dropping walking sticks. Poor things. My… Read more →
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