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 […]
You know, when they tell you that this trip you are about to embark on can change your life. When you laugh a little and shrug it off, half amused and half scared that maybe, it will. Because how can seven short days change what has taken more than 37 years to become what it […]
The one thing I miss most since becoming a mother is having time. Time to myself, time to think, time to do nothing. Nothing in this sense includes reading a book, having a hot cup of coffee and, oh the glamour, going to the toilet alone.
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: