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.
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
*Not entirely the truth.
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
Step away from my stollen…
From birth to Year R, here’s what I wish I’d known.
A poem where the title says it all.
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.
Speaking on a panel a Mumsnet’s blogfest? Makes a change for a shift down ‘ pit.