We passed a major milestone in the Met Mum household. Little L started walking. Or rather, running… Have a lovely weekend, you all!
Surname, first name, address. Post code, telephone, occupation. Occupation? The worst bit of my recent and otherwise lovely course at St Martins was filling in an A4 form. Or this one little box, to be precise. Occupation. Occupation. Occupation. No matter from which angle I looked at the black little line behind the trigger, the […]
In the glorious wobble-free days before baby, I have been known to be a little obsessed with exercise. I used to run before work, go for a swim after work and spent my lunch breaks on a reformer. Now, if you are thinking I would have been getting steamy with a protestant in between finishing […]
When the school bullies decided to pick on me, I fantasised on how I would not stumble across my own words, how I would be as mean as they were, leaving them behind embarrassed and ashamed, lost for words. If only I were grown-up, so I thought, I would have taught them respect.
The day you were born was the first day of spring after a long winter with lots of snow. You are the sunshine of our life, even when you are having a rainy day.
So what do you do when you feel stuck in your routine, a million ideas buzzing around your head but you are unable to channel your creativity into something productive? Exactly, you grab a batch of clay, form an innocent rabbit and prong it onto a chopstick. Under professional supervision, of course.
Those of you who started reading my blog from the very beginning about a year ago might remember the awful birth experience I had at UCLH. To be precise, the majority of the staff was amazing; there was just one person that acted a bit, well, ‘off’.
Sunday lie-in, breakfast with prosecco, a lovely card and a white azalea. Don’t you love Mothering Sunday? I remember how disappointed I was last year that I just about didn’t make it. Little L was scheduled to pop out any second around this date. If someone had told me that I had to continue waiting […]
The cold morning air is streaming through the sunroof as you drive down Highbury Grove. You switch the iPod from The Night Garden to Diana Krall and turn the volume up. There is a parking spot about a mile from your house, but you don’t mind and take a detour to pop in the newsagent. […]
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 […]