All posts filed under: Mummy stuff


There are two possible explanations for my recent feeling of queasiness. A) That fish and chips really was a bit dodgy. B) I am pregnant. Yah, yah, you’ve read that right. She-of-the-lacking-broodiness is trying for a baby. Although the term ‘trying’ might be a bit misleading. I find the whole calculating of ‘good days’ rather […]

All I ever wanted

Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas was blaring out of the speakers above my head as I waded through the aisles of shingly wrapped perfumes and luxurious cosmetics. If only money could buy you happiness, I thought as I scanned the shelves. I would have bought the whole lot, re-mortgaged our house and bought […]

To breed or not to breed

Some time ago, I wrote a post about how, with the birth of my first and so far only child, any broodiness had left this weary body of mine completely. And despite about a million people telling me so, the longing, yearning, all-consuming desire to reproduce has not set back in. There is, however, a […]

Sick days

What was supposed to be the week of La Grande Rentrée turned to be the week of La Grande Maladie. I can’t count the amount of tissues, cough mixtures and strepsils we have been going through so far. And there is no end in sight. After a week of going to bed at 8pm and […]

Who would you choose for me?

Being partly adopted, as a child I often wondered how life had turned out had my mother left me with my grandparents. Had I been the one to choose, I am sure my childhood would have turned out less wounding. Certainly, foster parents do a great job in a huge number of cases. But if […]

The man in Grandma’s bed

The knock on the door must have fallen on deaf ears. Taking a deep breath, I push the handle down and step inside, prepared to be overwhelmed by the sweet smell of rotten flowers and stale air. ‘Hello Grandma.’ I bend down and wrap my arms around the old lady’s shoulders, resting my cheek against […]

Let’s talk about sex

Come to Mama! The very lovely Liz Fraser (I have read all her books and met her in the flash more than once, she really is lovely) has recently written an article about how her sex life has deteriorated with 13 years of motherhood, three kids, work and an ever so increasing pile of laundry. […]

It’s not fair!

The children had gathered around the teacher, impatiently pushing and shoving their little arms forward to grab one of the stormily admired hula-hoops. ‘Say please and thank you.’ the teacher had demanded earlier. My motherly heart swelled with pride when little L held her hands up high and enthusiastically called ‘Peeease! Peeease!’ – in fact, […]