When the school bullies decided to pick on me, I fantasised on how I would not stumble across my own words, how I would be as mean as they were, leaving them behind embarrassed and ashamed, lost for words. If only I were grown-up, so I thought, I would have taught them respect.
After what feels like an eternity of pondering on where to move and how to prioritise our apparently endless list of needs and demands, we have finally made a decision. We went from ‘let’s move into a big house in the Kent countryside tomorrow’ to ‘let’s move into a sleek apartment in Chelsea Harbour in […]
The day you were born was the first day of spring after a long winter with lots of snow. You are the sunshine of our life, even when you are having a rainy day.
So what do you do when you feel stuck in your routine, a million ideas buzzing around your head but you are unable to channel your creativity into something productive? Exactly, you grab a batch of clay, form an innocent rabbit and prong it onto a chopstick. Under professional supervision, of course.
Picture credit: kingandmcgaw.com Due to popular demand: another episode on how to improve your look without breaking the bank. Getting my nails done works a real treat for me. Sleepless nights? Crying baby? Crap job and general energy low? It all feels so much better with a mani-pedi. Even in the deepest of winters, my […]
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 […]