Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!

Hello dear ones. Just popping in to wish you a jolly lovely Christmas, with as much sleep and food and love as you might wish. Our presents are wrapped and our festive lunch ready in the fridge (we were due to have lunch with family, but 2014 has been redubbed The Year of the Unexpected … Continue reading Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!

A little au revoir

You know, blogging is a funny old thing. I started in 2009 because I wrote diary entries from India and couldn't stop once I got home. I feel about writing the way Harry Potter (aw!) feels about getting on a broomstick for the first time: a rush of fierce joy. Words are such intricate, beautiful … Continue reading A little au revoir

Curses for your worst enemy

May you be the sort of person who forgets to shop online until your cupboards are bare. May you find yourself here, frequently, despairingly, with sad sense of the justness of fate. May you be forced to wrestle your youngest and sweet-talk your eldest into the trolley every time, and those times many. May they … Continue reading Curses for your worst enemy

Cake for breakfast

And so we discover that time, that fickle mistress, halts for no man, and no matter how sunny your good looks are, EVEN YOU WILL BE TWENTY-NINE IN THE END. Or, in other words, Tim had his birthday this week, which means I'm not the only one in this house officially on the short slide … Continue reading Cake for breakfast

The invisible soldier

I edited a book this summer and loved it. It was about the history of the LDS church in the St Albans area, but really it was about family history. I spent afternoon after afternoon looking at cracked and grainy photos of family groups, fascinated: Victorians in ruffled collars, navy men, women in fur coats … Continue reading The invisible soldier

Live a little

Come and sit by me, I want a chat. I feel two-dimensional, often, as the mother of two toddlers. And I need a better way of categorising them than that, for a start. 'Two toddlers' is too brief to convey the sweat and tears and bruises and seesawing emotions. It says nothing about the early … Continue reading Live a little

We have a TV for the first time in seven years…but what on earth do we do with it?

I have had a very important evening. Mostly I have been Nodding Wisely While Tim Adjusts the TV Bracket. I am taking this task very seriously, because I have it on good authority that wonky TV brackets are the woooorst. And I have never had to think about TV brackets before, because we have never … Continue reading We have a TV for the first time in seven years…but what on earth do we do with it?

Bundle o’ joy

This is a catch-up post about bears. He is sixteen months old, and this is his favourite face. See? As I type he is 'reading' Monkey and Me to himself and dancing with glee. In a moment he will get bored of this and push the book at me, honking like a chip-crazed seagull, until … Continue reading Bundle o’ joy

Deathly Hallows (Eve)

I'm not sure I can pinpoint when Halloween became a thing over here. We've always had trick-or-treaters at our house, but fifteen years ago they were hopeful teenagers wearing bin bags (and, in proper and respectful tribute to their dressing-up efforts, we gave them either a) 10p, b) a slice of bread, or c) the … Continue reading Deathly Hallows (Eve)

Jewels, grasses, chestnut shells

I am commemorating Autumn this year in the best way: by teaching the boys that ridiculous primary school song that pretends to be about autumn but is actually about jet planes and gratitude. You're singing it already, aren't you? Autumn days when the grass is jewelled  And the silk inside a chestnut shell Jet planes … Continue reading Jewels, grasses, chestnut shells