Myself and the rabbit

I am off to buy breastpads and books from the supermarket. I know what you're thinking: how can a life of such glamour be contained in this humble blog? That is not the point. The point is this: I have twenty minutes exactly before I need to get back and give Timothy his car for … Continue reading Myself and the rabbit

A haiku about cravings

Oh beetroot, you rosy plum So vinegary I’ve eaten five today (weird?) other baby posts: 1. - 2. - 3. - 4. - 5. - 6. - 7. - 8. - 9. - 10.