At points during 2016, it’s been hard to have faith. But these wise words from George, the first love of my life, might just see us through.
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
From Birth to Year R, Here’s what I wish I’d Known.
A poem where the title says it all.
considering how best to balance writing about our private lives in the very public space that is the online world is something close to my heart. when i was invited to share my personal opinions on this topic PUBLICLY at Mumsnet’s blogfest, i jumped at the chance – it made a change from a shift down ‘ pit….
i’m starting to wonder about the impact the status update, the ‘likes’ and the shares might have on my kids. i’m wondering what you think, too.
There’s a little boy’s birthday in the house tomorrow. Actually, it’s today – it’s 4am here at the moment.
It’s not sugar crafting and gift wrapping that awoke me, with that un-pinnable downable anxiety that creeps in if you wake between 3 and 5. It’s something more. It’s the overwhelming burden of being a Mum. Pinterest is good for hacks on cake decorating and gift making: parenting existential birthday angst? Not so much. Continue reading
The naked rambler’s brother installed our staircase. Fact. He was fully clothed when he did it. Public nudity is not a family trait. Continue reading
When I was 4 there were some things that I knew.
I knew 1+1 = 2. I knew living in an intergenerational family set up behind the sweet shop that we ran was awesome. I knew Father Christmas existed. I knew the Tories were evil. I knew that you all knew this too.
I wasn’t actually sure what ” the Tories” was. I knew what it looked like: Margaret Thatcher. Continue reading
…..in no particular order:
That you all liked Ed Sheeran.
That I liked Taylor Swift.
That breast is best. Unless you are in Claridges.
How much I was saddened by the deaths of Tony Benn and Bob Crow and Peaches Geldof Continue reading