Author: Metropolitan Mum

To breed or not to breed

Some time ago, I wrote a post about how, with the birth of my first and so far only child, any broodiness had left this weary body of mine completely. And despite about a million people telling me so, the longing, yearning, all-consuming desire to reproduce has not set back in. There is, however, a […]

House hunting horrors Vol. I

It was only meant as a joke on twitter last night, but due to surprisingly popular demand, I am from now on going to share the most ridiculous  properties on the London market with you. Be it for their decor, the general state they are in (damp, mice and bugs included) or the overpowering bullshit […]

Sick days

What was supposed to be the week of La Grande Rentrée turned to be the week of La Grande Maladie. I can’t count the amount of tissues, cough mixtures and strepsils we have been going through so far. And there is no end in sight. After a week of going to bed at 8pm and […]

Dongling along

I am still here, down in France, trying to get a dubious little USB stick (how can anything that goes by the name dongle be taken seriously, let alone WORK?!) to provide me with Internet. HAHA. I have been sold the wrong thing for my Mac, having been ill informed by a shop assistant who […]