Dear exercise-haters: you’re doing more than you think

Tim is running a marathon next year. I know, he is p r e t t y intense and very impressive. I have no concept of what running 26.2 miles actually means (since for me it would only mean prolonged but certain asphyxiation) so I will leave the imagining to him. What it means for … Continue reading Dear exercise-haters: you’re doing more than you think

School jumpers

He loves it. He came out on his first morning, beaming. 'How did you do?' I asked. 'QUITE WEEEELL!' he shouted back, arms in a victory V. I see we are raising a classic British child, who uses 'not bad' to mean 'really good' and 'quite well' to mean 'verily, mother, I have had the … Continue reading School jumpers

If Les Miserables was performed by my one-year-old

The struggle is real.  Look down and see the sweepings of the street and eat them they are ambrosia whatever your mother says Tell Her Reverence your story let us see if she's impressed you were splashing in the toilet you have faeces on your vest At the end of the day you'll eat nothing … Continue reading If Les Miserables was performed by my one-year-old

A cure for the Monday blues

  When you release a fourteen-month-old into the wild after a morning of Septemberish errands, he cannot believe his luck, and for the next hour he'll be like OH MY WORD LOLS EVERYWHERE, EVERYWHERE I LOOK. Then after lunch you'll give him a spare grape, and he'll laugh appreciatively, all CLASSIC, YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN. … Continue reading A cure for the Monday blues