Baba is my youngest's absolute, all-time, must-have favourite toy. She loved her from the moment she arrived and in nearly every photo of her until she started school you see Baba in her hand. She's a little 'bashful lamb' from Jellycat. When my children were born we lived rurally and several of our neighbours had … Continue reading Lost in not-very-much space (and other hyphenated phrases)
Since it snowed a lot, we’ve done some skiing. I don’t think I mentioned that it snowed a lot. Well it really and truly did. And it scared me. When you grow up in southern England, the idea of snow being scarey seems ridiculous. Snow is exciting. It’s unusual, and when it happens it’s a … Continue reading S’no Fear
I've decided to boycott Kinder Eggs this Easter - and forever more until they sort their shit out. What is 'surprising' about them any more? They've made them blue or pink so that you can assist the gender stereotyping your children - as though they need THAT. PLUS and they have a picture of the theme … Continue reading Kinder No Surprise
I didn't hurt myself today. The finger I stabbed with the packet of pencils yesterday hasn't gone septic. My scalded hand from that wee accident with the chamomile tea late at night in my sister's kitchen on Sunday has turned a little black in places, but otherwise the skin is drying out nicely and … Continue reading Left Over Lasagne
I sent this email today to Egmont Publishing: Dear Madams and Sirs, Er, what century are we in again? Oh, that's right, it's the 21st Century. Where we have learnt that hitting children teaches them that violence is the answer, so we don't do that any more. We understand, don't we, that leading … Continue reading Little Miss Trouble ? There’ll be trouble from me….
To the person who removed my child's drawing from our front gate the other evening: I'm sorry that you feel the need to destroy joy. That makes me sad. For you. What went through your mind when you saw the innocent picture taped to the gate? What deep hurt rose in your heart and choked … Continue reading Allowing Joy
I don't know what your kids are like, but mine call me from all over the house, all the time. "Mummy...", "Mummy!", "MUMMY!" So often I just ignore it, unless it sounds like pain. This afternoon I had two children doing after school activities in two rooms. One's doing a reading programme on the laptop … Continue reading Fire Fire! Fire Fire!