It’s about time they have introduced internet opening hours. I might introduce them on my blog soon. It just makes an awful lot more sense. Should I just take lunch off or should I close shop all afternoon?
Despite the little bras sign on our front door, saying ‘No Junk Mail’, I found this oeuvre cramped into our letter box:
You might have read what it says in the little about box to the right. ‘London mum and wannabe illustrator’. It’s a dream, but nothing that should be left untried. And now that little L spends some time at the nursery, the excuses for me not to pick up my pen and draw are running […]
Those of you who started reading my blog from the very beginning about a year ago might remember the awful birth experience I had at UCLH. To be precise, the majority of the staff was amazing; there was just one person that acted a bit, well, ‘off’.
Sometimes I just don’t want to look as crap as I feel. And, oh Lord, do I feel crap at times. Sleep deprivation, a poor diet and just a little bit too much sun worshipping in my early twenties have taken its toll on the skin I am in. Time to show this face some […]
Sunday lie-in, breakfast with prosecco, a lovely card and a white azalea. Don’t you love Mothering Sunday? I remember how disappointed I was last year that I just about didn’t make it. Little L was scheduled to pop out any second around this date. If someone had told me that I had to continue waiting […]
Mz husband asked me to do him a favour and spell-check ‘a few’ German texts. Sure. I switched my keyboard from English to German and happilz tapped along. Look at all the Äs and Ös and Üs! Exciting stuff! Now that little L has settled happily into her two-day routine at the nursery, I am […]
No smoking. Now, really, absolutely no smoking! Ok, here’s the ashtray. As spotted on a Lufthansa Boeing 737.
The cold morning air is streaming through the sunroof as you drive down Highbury Grove. You switch the iPod from The Night Garden to Diana Krall and turn the volume up. There is a parking spot about a mile from your house, but you don’t mind and take a detour to pop in the newsagent. […]
I am feeling a bit under the weather. Coming home from a long and sunny holiday does that to me. Plus, I miss my husband. I like spending time together as a family. And as a couple. Oh, and it doesn’t help my mood that we are going to be kind of homeless soon.