Location is everything. Phil and Kirsty know what they’re talking about. When we booked our mini break in Madrid (sorry, but I can never write ‘mini break’ without thinking of Bridget Jones) we were wowed by the star rating, roof top bar, architect designed rooms and the possibility of free chocolates. And where did such a vanity booking get us? In the arse end of town. READ MORE
Baby Lawrence is going through a furious stage. To me, it seems he’s angry about the injustice of being 15 months old. Which is fair enough. Being 15 months old can be rubbish. READ MORE
We’re back. The routine has started. At first painful, clunky, chasing out tails. Then the groove came back and now we’re whistling along. A flurry of book bags and water bottles and untucked shirts, crooked ties and shoes on the wrong feet. My second eldest has started school and I am not sad. I am very happy for him.
Now I may well have talked about this a fair amount. If you’re bored beyond belief of hearing about my NEW BOOK then look away now. If you do want to hear about it, read on. READ MORE
We went to Madrid. Just me and my husband. No kids. Two nights away. It felt decadent and almost like a honeymoon. We went to Barcelona for our honeymoon, just for three days mind. (No, this was not a deliberately miserly honeymoon, my dad was ill and well, it felt a bit odd to be living it up whilst he lay in hospital).
Do you want to know what we got up to? Here goes… READ MORE
Babies have no respect for sleep. It’s wasted on them. Kids too. Zero understanding for how wonderful it is and the scarcity of it in adult life.
Sometimes I day-dream about especially long sleeps I remember BK (Before Kids). There was one time, in the late 90’s, after a night shift where I delivered two babies, that I slept for so long I had no idea if it were morning or evening when I awoke. I did what any sensible girl would do and called my Dad. He knew. Dads always know if it’s day or night. READ MORE