What does Father Christmas eat for breakfast? Weeto-ho-hos. (Sorry.)

Forget personality types - this is all I want to know right now: are you a short-and-sweet Christmas person, or a tree-up-in-November person? Mostly I like to keep my Christmas in December. I think it's more magical when it's extra-concentrated. Like condensed milk straight from the tin (YES). That is, until we got an invitation … Continue reading What does Father Christmas eat for breakfast? Weeto-ho-hos. (Sorry.)

I prefer my summers in the key of Military Operation: don’t judge

I am now physically incapable of saying 'THSUMMER!' without that Olaf-style lisp and intonation, which is a neat coincidence because we've also spent a lot of our time melting since H broke up for the holidays. Oof, July! Bring on the heat! Before August crashes in with thirty-one straight days of grey drizzle, that old … Continue reading I prefer my summers in the key of Military Operation: don’t judge

Wild things

Welcome to the danger zone, where your kids are old enough to remember what you're doing. I always feel like we get a bit of a free pass for the first couple of years - it's not actually a free pass, of course, but as you cry through their injections and fail to lovingly home-make … Continue reading Wild things

This sort of weather calls for an emergency evacuation

Gosh, is it the rain, or what? How on earth does February feel so slow you can hear the clock tick, when it's three days shorter than your average? You'd think that all these enforced indoor days would be great for the housework, but my bathroom floor of dirty laundry and kitchen counters groaning with … Continue reading This sort of weather calls for an emergency evacuation

Autumn love: a project for the crunchy-leaf enthusiast

I want to do better with autumn this year. Last year was a catastrophe: pregnancy sickness, rain, dark, and a footloose one-year-old with walls to climb. Do you ever have days where you're absolutely ready to not be yourself? I was ready for three months, last winter. I was sick of the sight of me. … Continue reading Autumn love: a project for the crunchy-leaf enthusiast

The original Henricus Rex

...Or H-Rizzle, as he was known on the madrigal circuit. Oh, you know he was. Tudor nerds unite. And let's do it at Hever Castle, because it's brilliant. It's the ancestral home of Anne Boleyn, and I was certain it'd be the sort of place that would call forth the Jiggy Dance of Historical Joy I keep locked … Continue reading The original Henricus Rex