All posts filed under: Mummy stuff

It’s tough getting older

Age is irrelevant – unless you’re a cheese Over dinner with S the other day, I discovered a shocking truth about ageing that so far had been hidden from me. Ridiculously good looking, genetically privileged body to kill for, happy relationship and great career, my friend S was bemoaning the negative correlation between getting older […]

23 weeks pregnant: knackered

My friend Sciatica came back. Uninvited, of course. He’s a pain in the ass. Quite literally. I am going to see an osteopath/acupuncturist next week and hope for the best. Until then, Big M has sole responsibility for emptying out the dishwasher, loading the washing machine, tying my shoe laces and everything else that involves […]

Name calling

In case you didn’t know, we will be having another baby girl! Little L is thrilled at the prospect of going on a shopping spree for pink baby stuff, Big M is quite comfortable with the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of girls, and I am happily seeing everything through pink glasses at […]