Lots of empathy has been poured into the comment box below my last post. Identification. Compassion. I am not quite so sure this one will create emotions along the same lines. Although the journey to Saint Lucia was a little tough with half a day delay spent at Gatwick airport thanks to a volcano eruption […]
It’s been one of those days. Your friend cancels the longingly anticipated lunch date at the last minute, and as nobody else is available on short notice (and because you don’t really have that many friends anymore), you grab the baby and venture out on your own. After all, this was the day you were […]
I have been feeling a little sluggish of late. Ok, whom am I kidding? I am feeling A LOT sluggish. Blobbish. I am the Blobb. Poke me in the stomach and see the wobbles reaching a 6 on the Richter scale. This is not about losing weight, or about a late New Year’s resolution. I […]
When it comes to handing down hang-ups and obsessions, my love for beautiful but slightly impractical shoes is the one I worry the least about. A girl’s got to love her shoes, no?
One of my favourite Swedish words: Gottegris. Translated word by word it means candy pig. But it can be interpreted as ‘someone who has a very sweet tooth’.
Argh. Argh. Aaargggghhhhh. Can you hear that? With every move I make my rusty bones make a cracking noise, stiffened by snow and the cold, wintery humidity. Even worse: my energy and lust for life seems to have been buried underneath the snow. And now the snow is gone, it’s nowhere to be found.
The most selfish Christmas presents I ever made? Vouchers for a cupcake decorating class for the sisters-in-law. Of course, I had to get one for myself, too. After all, it was about spending time together. Decorating culinary delights and stuffing our faces was just the icing on the cake.
Ahem. Ok, I haven’t necessarily been dancing, but I didn’t break my legs either. Our lovely babysitter Karin came to watch little L for the afternoon and Big M took me out to Somerset Ice Rink on Strand. It’s got to be every girls dream: the man you love, music, skates, and a gigantic Tiffany […]
I recently came across the blog of Alice, a 24 year old London mum-to-be. Reading through her entire blog, I was taken back to my own pregnancy. Her worries about the baby not being there any more (stop testing, Alice!), her battle with tiredness and the effect a great dose of hormones can have on […]
I am exhausted. We started looking at schools in our area. Apparently you have to think of a) which church to attend, in case you want to send your kid to a church-run school, b) which nursery to send your child to, if you are keen on getting her into the primary school at the […]