The Twits in Spring

I am not eating refined sugar for a while. The reasons are mostly to do with the fact that we eat a lot of rubbish, and apparently I'm the sort of person who requires a total YOU MAY NOT EAT THIS EVER kind of ban in order to make anything stick. I have an intense … Continue reading The Twits in Spring

That was the week in…haiku

This is a heck of a lot quicker than keeping a journal. Between the two of us (Monday) The day you first said 'Porridge' instead of 'possiss' My heart broke a bit. Now you're eating solid food (Tuesday) Red, yellow, orange. The colours of your sick light Up your cardigans. After the performance (Wednesday) It's … Continue reading That was the week in…haiku

Extracts from a travel diary

17th December, Heathrow Airport We've just come through security and collapsed in front of a Costa. The gentleman next to me smiles, but nevertheless departs so quickly for his plane he leaves a flurry of five pound notes, which we find fifteen minutes later. I have this brilliant idea to give the money to the people at Costa, to pay … Continue reading Extracts from a travel diary

The Twits

We interrupt this radio silence to announce that it is only ONE WEEK till we wrestle two very small children across the Atlantic for Christmas, and hurrah, not even one of us is now being sick. I have hopes that this means more ideas for blog posts in the near future. Because today I cleaned … Continue reading The Twits

In short, again.

'I feel like I will never have a normal life, ever again', I tweeted this evening. 'THIS MEANS DOUGHNUTS'. I was tired and fretting about feeding and, to be honest with you, a little bit upset about Richard III. And when you want to write something dramatic and negative, dear friends, it is always, always … Continue reading In short, again.

I am taking a stand, in a manner of speaking

It's Friday afternoon, it's miraculously sunny (so I should be outside getting H some quality Vitamin D), the house looks like an outtake from Hoarders (so I should be tidying), and I've got a ton of work to do (so I should be, you know, doing it). But Henry is asleep, and I'm going for … Continue reading I am taking a stand, in a manner of speaking