White-out

Dear Canadians, tell me honestly: is there anything funnier than the British in half an inch of snow? Oh, we love it. We love it unfathomably. We love donning thick winter coats and wellingtons to waddle around outside like the Michelin man. (Be careful, chaps, it's 1°C outside.) We love reporting our broken boilers and … Continue reading White-out

Its name is Sprucey

Our Christmas tree experience this year got off to an inauspicious start. We all had colds. And we took forever to get going because we went to Sainsbury's first to get some wellingtons for Henry, and they didn't have any but they did have a lady giving away Lindt chocolate samples, so we hung around … Continue reading Its name is Sprucey

Saturday night’s alright for chicken wings and a chunky-knit cardy

Well, obviously. You know, I thought I loved Saturday when it was the only day in the week I had a chance to stay in bed beyond 6am. Now I'm up feeding at 5.45 regardless, Saturday has become the only day in the week we have Timothy to ourselves. Which is EVEN BETTER. For all sorts of reasons, … Continue reading Saturday night’s alright for chicken wings and a chunky-knit cardy