Author: Metropolitan Mum

Chanel robots

My friend Emily drew my attention to this little playful piece of makeup art. I mean, how cool is this? And honestly, how many of you have enough stuff in their makeup bags to copy it? Off to play robots now…

It’s not fair!

The children had gathered around the teacher, impatiently pushing and shoving their little arms forward to grab one of the stormily admired hula-hoops. ‘Say please and thank you.’ the teacher had demanded earlier. My motherly heart swelled with pride when little L held her hands up high and enthusiastically called ‘Peeease! Peeease!’ – in fact, […]

About the book III

Just in case you started to wonder: I am still here. I still love my blog and all that (who) comes with it. It’s just that I am so preoccupied (read: obsessed) with the idea of finishing the book that I barely have time for anything else. Even if my beloved MacBook (thank you for […]

Where is North London?

The days in between the years are usually spent watching a lot of crap TV chez Met Mum. And when I say crap, I mean CRAP. It’s Clarkson and his retarded friends for Big M and catching up on *gasp* The Only Way is Essex for me. You missed it? Whaaht? Missed it, hunney? Shu’ […]

Bloggergate

If you expect the latest gossip on who’s not talking to whom anymore in bloggerland; this is not what this post is about. I seem to be refreshingly oblivious to this kind of news – they tend to go straight over my head, and I only hear of them when everybody else has already moved […]

More like it

That’s more like it: the new boiler fixed and running (the 2-year-old one broke down last week), mulled wine on the stove and Christmas biscuits in the oven. Domestic bliss! Which made me think about the less fortunate amongst us. I can only try to imagine how awful Christmas must be if you are cold, […]

Being sick (of it)

I have been struck down by the flu last week. For the first time in a very long time, I had to stay in bed for two consecutive days, unable to look after little L. Suddenly, 20 months after becoming a mother, it hit home: there’s no one I can call to tell them I […]