Mottisfont meets the twos

Look, I don't know how I forgot about it. Is it like childbirth, having a two-year-old? You only remember the bits that make you want to have another one? Ted is now doing what he did for me once before, when the contractions started. Bringing it aaaaaaall back. In technicolour. And in both scenarios there's … Continue reading Mottisfont meets the twos

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