A Recruitment Consultant Tried to Steal My Fish
Once I became a full-time stay at home Mum I misplaced my rod, chucked the bait, and requested that all tackle be kept from view. But I was happy on the break from
fishing my career until the phone calls from the recruitment consultant started.
Feeling flat: A poem for pancake day
A poem where I wrote down everything I know about pancakes and realised that everything I know about pancakes is also everything I know about a flawed relationship. Continue reading
The Facebook Motherhood Challenge Ruined My Life*
*Not entirely the truth.
Bowie for Boys: Advice for Little Starmen everywhere
The 7 year old was stunned. The 5 year old was visibly upset. The 4 year old burst into a rousing rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when they heard that their hero the Starman had died. Here are a few things that Bowie can teach my boys: Continue reading
The last bits: A Poem for Christmas
Step away from my stollen…
Being a parent. What I’ve Learned So Far
From birth to Year R, here’s what I wish I’d known.
I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with my life. A poem
A poem where the title says it all.
In Praise of the Great British Panto
It’s not that the Am Dram performance of Cinderella was bad. It’s just that the appearance of small children dressed as traffic cones was perplexing.
Tales from the Coal Face at Mumsnet Blogfest15
Speaking on a panel a Mumsnet’s blogfest? Makes a change for a shift down ‘ pit.
My thoughts on the Oxford English Dictionary’s word of the year