• Motherhood without the manual

    Can you see the teacher after school please?

    The rhetorical question that strikes fear into a parent’s heart, and one which I have been asked a handful of times since our five year old Dylan started school. As husband and I sat on the miniscule chairs which could not contain more than one adult bum cheek, we wondered what Dylan had done this time. It turns out he had spat on a reception child, tripped a fellow year 1 pupil up and generally made some “bad choices”. Dylan maintained he had only spat on the child accidentally whilst talking (you have to admire the excuses), the one he had tripped had pushed in front of him in a…

  • Self-development

    New year, new me (again!)

    So, it’s 4 January 2019, a brand new year, and I have just turned 34. 2019 sounded so futuristic when I was a wee teen, and 34 absolutely ancient! But here I am, two kids down and 9 stone (at least) up, grey-haired (only at the roots I’ll have you know), and trying yet again to lose the excess weight, cook and exercise more, earn more money, be a better mum/wife/colleague/sister/friend, blah blah blah. Always the same goals written down in a fresh new notebook (although there are always several old unfilled ones lying around), as if the very act of committing them to glossy paper will make them materialise;…