Author: Metropolitan Mum

Fika

I love Sweden. How could you not love a country that has a mealtime created for the sole purpose of devouring heavenly baked goods and coffee? Around 4 o’clock every afternoon, the country comes to a halt to grab something sweet (cinnamon buns, yes please!) and a coffee, enjoyed on an actual break – as […]

Run Baby Run

I’ve got a lot on my mind at the moment; stuff I would love to talk about but really can’t. Stuff I’d love to get away from sometimes. So much that it’s driven me to extremes: I have taken up running again.  

Muddling through

Lil’ L has started school on Monday, Petite Pea has settled well into her nursery routine, and I just finished my first cup of truly hot coffee and toast in a very long time. I’d love to say I am enjoying my newly found me-time, but I am struggling.

Postcards from France

Salut mes petits cochons, it’s me, Mademoiselle Met. I am still here, still in France, albeit a little more pureed dans la tete than I was before. What can I say, it’s hot down here and the availability of un verre de rosé (or two, or three) at lunch (and dinner, and in between) doesn’t […]