Author: Metropolitan Mum

Bed of Nails

In an ideal world, I’d have a private cook, a personal trainer that comes to my house and a massage therapist that takes away the strains of my lady-who-lunches lifestyle. In my world, there are Innocent Veg Pots, gruesome Pilates reformer classes and a spiky mat that is supposed to boost my overall wellbeing with […]


I drink it when I’m happy and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I am alone. When I have company I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I’m not hungry and I drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it, unless I am thirsty. Madame Lily Bollinger


My friend Julia recently introduced me to the term Lattemamma – the Swedish, slightly more PC translation for Yummy Mummy. Think cafes on Östermalm (Stockholm’s very own South Ken), German estate cars and children called Apple or Moses. I only score one out of three, but I found the term very appropriate nevertheless.

Portobello Road – a new found love

My very first and very fond memories of London are firmly rooted in W10 and the little, scruffy area underneath the concrete flyover at its southern bottom. Despite the fact that my actual first visit to London hadn’t included a trip to Portobello Market (but a stay at the posh Covent Garden Hotel) and that […]

Where to live. Round #2

Last weekend we made a trip to Chichester to grab a bun and a coffee at the Goodwood Breakfast Club. Big M loves vintage cars, thus we made the most of spending a few days in the country whilst being surrounded by old time’s glory in the form of polished chrome and shiny chassis. Being […]

About the book. Or: being high and low

I think I have never been as ecstatically excited and terribly terrified about one thing at the same time. “Project Book” is moving along rather nicely. Characters in place, plot divided into 30 chapters; set up, major disasters and ending defined. It should take me less than a day to finalise the outlining process and […]