After 15 months of virtually no sleep, my friend D and his wife decided to call in the big guns: a sleep trainer had been appointed, and finally, rest returned to the sleep deprived family. I an attempt to be funny, I suggested to the panda-eyed father that now would be a good time to […]
It’s a year ago today. The day I chose to go into hospital to have my baby cut out of me. The day I had the most amazing birth imaginable.
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.
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.
I’m back and with me I brought some arm candy. No, not of that kind, silly! Of the blingy kind.
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 […]
After we endured Le Grand Schlepp aka 16 hours of driving to St. Tropez, I exited our car sans any feeling in my legs but avec a wealth of newly accumulated completely useless wisdom:
When I embarked on my superfoods charged delivered-to-my-doorstep diet a couple of weeks ago, little did I know that the owner of fabulous company The Pure Package is the friend of a (blog) friend. A swift introduction and a few emails later, and I found myself under the arches of the New Covent Garden Market, […]
Just a quick one to let you know I am still alive. Yay. The babysitter is long gone to Germany (sniff), and although both girls are absolutely darling at the moment, I am sincerely looking forward to September. Lets just hope my brain hasn’t turned into mush until then. Another round of ‘head, shoulders, knees […]
It’s so hot in London, I have resorted to wearing bikini tops and beach dresses in a quest to keep cool. Any excuse to slop around, really.