Bacon, waffles, malteasers, birthday

You can't really tell, because he's the eternally youthful type who probably has an ageing portrait of himself in our loft (behind the saggy maternity clothes and 20000 small empty cardboard boxes), but Tim finally turned thirty this month. We were born in the same year, but I was first, so there's a long eight … Continue reading Bacon, waffles, malteasers, birthday

A manifesto for being an all-round good egg at thirty

I've been thirty for a week and I'm not dead yet. I jest. I've been gently bemoaning my age as this birthday has approached, but my heart hasn't really been in it. The one small moment of panic I had in January, where I sobbed 'I'M GOING TO BE THIRTY AND I DON'T KNOW IF … Continue reading A manifesto for being an all-round good egg at thirty