keeping my head above the compost heap
Dear boob-loving toddler, We have shared some beautiful moments together, but I think it’s time to move on. Now that you are almost two and a quarter, I would really like my body back. Obviously it will never go back to the way it was before you and your brother ransacked it, but what I’m saying is that my … [Read more...]
In honour of this week’s National Gardening Week (what, you didn’t know?!) I thought I’d try and come up with something vaguely useful and offer a few (inexpert) tips on growing your own, especially if you're still deciding what to plant. Whether you have a few containers, a patch of soil in the garden, or a whole … [Read more...]
I posted a version of this before. But seeing as it's a new term (and I haven't had a chance to write anything else!) here it is again. Apologies if anyone has read it before..... So, the holidays over. And I’ve realised just how much J has changed. At five and a half, he still doesn’t know about sex, or cancer, or … [Read more...]
The sun made a rare appearance at the allotment this weekend. Sadly, the same could not be said of Unhusband. But at least D fell asleep in the pushchair (another rare event these days) which gave me a chance to erode a few more vertebrae, get on with some digging. And get chatted up by some half naked men. Call me … [Read more...]
If there's one thing guaranteed to unleash my inner fury, it's someone parking in a Parent and Child space when they don’t actually have children. And such crimes against maternity (or paternity) deserve to be punished (more on that later.) Just last week, I pulled up in my local Tesco car park. As I’m struggling … [Read more...]
