Anyway, what I always say is: it's not a church social if someone doesn't turn up awkwardly in spandex. I reckon we've got about six years before this becomes horribly embarrassing instead of the coolest thing they've ever heard of, so I think it's only right that we go all out while we can. The … Continue reading Halloweens in awkward lycra are the best Halloweens of all
As the evenings get darker, I go back to baking. Cakes, preferably. Well, let's be honest. Chocolate cakes. I find it odd to remember that I used to find baking stressful. In case you're new here, I used to be so inept in the kitchen that we barely ate cake at all, and just made do … Continue reading Something to bake: Hummingbird Bakery Hazelnut Praline Muffins
It's the last day before half term, and I'm being entirely serious when I say: now we're mostly over the big settling-in phase, having school back in our lives is the bizniz. For H, definitely. He's happy when he's learning new things in a structured environment (I noticed that last year with nursery, but even … Continue reading Starting school has actually made us happier. Cheers, school.
To the brand-new mother of two, Hello! Are you up and about today? Does your head feel like it's above water? It's ok if not. It's ok if not. Listen, you probably don't know which end is up at the minute. You are used to being one half of a double act with your first … Continue reading To the brand-new mother of two: embrace the chaos. Feel excellent about your pyjamas. This is all going to be fine.
I have given myself a towering challenge this evening. Well, two. One is to get rid of today's lone nappies lurking in our house without gagging. I will track each powerful stench to its source like a veritable crap-hound, and throw them into the bin where they belong. The other is to write a blog … Continue reading Ooh, October, you’re looking well
Today is National Poetry Day. So between Nadiya's glorious GBBO triumph and my Twitter timeline being full of people's favourite poems, I have not stopped weeping all day. When not weeping or consuming Happy Meals, of course, I have agonised endlessly over which is my favourite poem. That's missing the point about poetry though. It … Continue reading Good poems make me cry and I think you should try it
'Use your words. I can't understand whining. Tell me what you need. Use your words.' If I had a shiny pound for every time I've said this in the last few years, I'd be running off to purchase the entire stock of Waterstones and a personal Elton John concert. I am not a mind-reader. When … Continue reading Ask for what you need; stand up for what you think