Dear Ben, I feel as if I can call you Ben, rather than Mr Shephard, because I feel as if I know you quite well. I see you at least three times a day; I often see more of you than I do my own husband. Neither me or my husband are wholly comfortable with this… Continue reading An open letter to Ben Shephard…or ‘Daddy Tipping Point’ as he is known to us.
I usually find one topic that inspires me or I think other people would like to read about and blog about it when I get the chance, but this week so much has happened that you’re getting a little diary. Hopefully less catastrophic than Bridget Jones’. Enjoy. Monday 13th – Exam day. Not for… Continue reading A Week in a Nut Shell
There’s nothing nicer than snuggling up in bed, curled around your little one while he suckles away and snoozes; snoring gently. It’s that nice time of night when he’s woken up in his cot for a feed but you know you’ve still got a good five hours of sleep before the alarm goes off so… Continue reading “I feel like nonsense” dealing with vomit
When I was nine years old we did a topic on the Romans in school, we learnt about traditional Roman houses, baths, invasions, Gods and Goddesses and food. Our teacher showed us how to make Roman shields and taught us how to fight with swords (or wooden 30cm rulers, to be more precise) and how… Continue reading Let Them Be Dolphins – Why Maths Makes Me Cry
I’m quite sure that most people have a best friend. I am lucky enough to have a few close friends (and being born in the 80s means that most of them have the same name, it would appear that most people either picked ‘Sarah’ or ‘Laura’ for their female offspring and hoped that… Continue reading Zebra Finch not Zebra Fish: a dedication to Jeff
Today Little Monkey and I went to look around a primary school. The deadline for admitting that he is rapidly approaching school age is looming and despite my best efforts to hide behind the couch, cover my eyes and pretend it isn’t happening; it is. My Little Monkey is soon to be a Medium Sized Monkey.… Continue reading Little Monkey Pasta Sauce
Back in the beginning, when I first started this blogging malarkey, I spent an afternoon making carrot soup and getting on my soap box about food poverty. Since then I’ve continued to cook smart and I am still appalled by how many people have to use food banks in order to survive. More recently it… Continue reading Meatballs and Pesto