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.
As a foreigner, you can either dwell on things that are worse in your host country than at home and become a grumpy old lady in the process. Or you can embrace differences, sometimes just accepting them as they are, getting used to them over time. Like left hand traffic. There are, however, certain things […]