Author: Metropolitan Mum

Welcome back to St Tropez

I had an amusing little email exchange with Krystal recently, sending Youtube links to cheesy-chavvy St Tropez songs back and forth. If you should wonder what I’ll be up to during the next four weeks to come, be assured it’ll look nothing like this: So bad, it’s almost good.

Not without my coffee!

As much as I am known for driving everywhere, I am also known for my undying love for coffee. I credit coffee for 30% of passing my Master’s degree, 60% of finishing my novel and 90% of staying awake in the first months after little L’s birth. The only problem I’ve got with coffee is […]

Piston Head

We are a family of Piston Heads. The husband loves nothing more than getting some oil underneath his finger nails (Goodwood Revival is his favourite day of the year), little L can’t wait until her legs are long enough to touch the pedals and another member of the family notoriously votes for the bigger engine, […]

It’s tough getting older

Age is irrelevant – unless you’re a cheese Over dinner with S the other day, I discovered a shocking truth about ageing that so far had been hidden from me. Ridiculously good looking, genetically privileged body to kill for, happy relationship and great career, my friend S was bemoaning the negative correlation between getting older […]