While some of us have the indisputable pleasure to be zen’ed and detoxed in a luxurious spa resort in Thailand, others have to resort (ha!) to more creative measures to bring some catharsis into their lives.
Last night I shoved* the husband out the front door and sent him off to Thailand. He’ll be gone for a week of yoga, massages and detoxing. He’ll be enjoying delicious yet healthy meals, breath taking views and the calm and serenity that neither a family of four nor living in London can offer him.
My mother used to tell me never to accept sweets from strangers. I am sure she wasn’t talking about Chantal Coady, founder of Rococo Chocolates,when she said strangers. And for sure she didn’t mean any of Chantal’s divine concoctions, when she said sweets.
The world and I are out of tune. All around me, humankind is manically fiddling in a flashmob-like mass string quartet. And here I am, banging on my steel drum. PLONK. PLONK.
I love London. Don’t get me wrong, I really do. But sometimes, I ask myself why I ever exchanged this (see above) for the filth and grime that inevitably will expect us in the Big Smoke. Especially now, with two little girls in tow, the question Where To Live seems heavier and more prominent than […]
Well, I’m not really packing up. Just packing. We are off to Switzerland for a week – our first family vacation since last July. And our first vacation as a family of four. We can all do with a bit of downtime. The girls have been alternatingly sick, passing their bugs between them and myself. […]
There has been a lot on my mind recently. I have spent much more time than usual reflecting about this and that – and, as it seems, I am not the only one who has slowed down and has taken a step back from the usual frenzy that’s life. Some of my favourite bloggers have […]
After scrutinising the state of her chipped nail varnish: “Mummy, I need some new nail punish.” To her father: “Papa, why do you always forget things?” On the school run: “When I am big, I can take myself to nursery.” After I told her to use the toilet, wash her hands and tidy up her […]
A few weeks ago, I have written a post about my trials (and errors) to breastfeed my second child while my firstborn has been – quite literally – screaming for attention. In the post, I mentioned that the Pea was on one bottle of formula per day, depending how the days went. And that this […]
Oh, to be a Lattemamma. Dropping the kids at nursery, going for a little run in the park (as if…), frequenting cute little coffee shops. Like this one: