I stumbled upon a blog I am not going to share the other day. I'm not going to share it because it disturbed me deeply. Luckily - from a position of privilege, knowing a bit of basic psychology, and a lot of mindfulness - it disturbed me on a sort of theoretical "Oh my days,… Continue reading Social Media, Selfishness Shaming and Motherhood.
Having a kitchen, mostly. On Thursday, I was looking forward to spending the first half term I've had in over a year with no accidents, car break-downs, family illnesses or personal health problems hanging heavy over my head. The first in over a year. Working full time in a school means that holidays are my… Continue reading Things We Won’t Be Doing This Half Term
OK so I'm the parent, I give the permission round here. I like to think of it as giving, not restricting because I'm a horrendous old hippy at heart. But in terms of who has to adhere to guidelines for their own good, it would be The Childe. Except (and I honestly think this is… Continue reading Giving Myself Permission
A couple of weeks ago it suddenly struck me that I live in an almost hundred-year-old house. Almost period! But not quite: just as those quaint Victorian terraces and mews going for millions were once for us everyday folk (and our horses) my house, build in the early 1920s, is still very much your standard… Continue reading That Time I Had Sneaky Visitors…
Look, here’s one of these “100 things about me” blogs. No one tagged me into this, I just thought I should get this out there early so you know the kind of shady character you are dealing with here. On a serious note: Please don’t be offended by any health slang used, these are my… Continue reading Get To Know Me: 100 Questions
As a working mum, Saturdays are precious time. Weekend activities feel so vital for bonding and cramming all those 'precious moments' Facebook memes tell us we should be ... and yet ... and yet ... apparently parenting also involves these other things like laundry, buying new clothes, returning library books and so forth. No soft… Continue reading Family Dining: Limeyard Ealing
At 7.15pm Childe was fast asleep. The routine was like clockwork - from who held her hand up the stairs, to toothbrushing to the favourite yellow blanket, to the ungainly position mummeh must sit on the bed to tell the particularly paraphrased bed time story with the particularly particular character voices. Childe was fast asleep.