I remember the first time I spent some time in Hyde Park, in the summer of 2004, shortly after I had moved to London. We used to lie in the long grass, thick clouds of smoke hanging over our heads. Parrots were squawking in the trees above us, leading me to briefly think I had […]
Imagine you could have your personal beautician coming to your own home whenever you fancy. No matter if you’ve got a babysitter at hand to watch the kids or if the salons are closed once you are out of the office; a perfect manicure, waxed legs or a blissful massage shall no longer be mere […]
Amazing how with two little children, you easily become a couch potato, skimming through a copy of Time Out with your feet on the coffee table, not really giving a toss what the world around you has on offer. It’s a rather sad state of affairs, given that we are living in London, Metropolis and […]
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.
Getting back on the workout track after having a baby can be difficult for many reasons: the English summer (makes me want to stuff my face with carbs!), a lack of workout clothes*, being too tired or just too little bothered. My favourite excuse is to have no childcare in place – nine hours of […]
Yesterday, I had the pleasure to meet my blog friend Rosie Scribble (the one of Google+ fame) for lunch. A rather civilised affaire at the Covent Garden Hotel, with crisp white napkins, iced water in tall goblets and crunchy bread rolls that nestled neatly on small white plates to our lefts. I love blogging for […]
It seems Spring has come upon us with a vengeance – after what felt like The Eternal Winter.
Located on a quiet square just off Kensington Church Street, the Baby Spa by Laura Sevenus is tucked away neatly from the hustle and bustle of Central London. On my daily coffee run, I walked past it a couple of times before I eventually went in to figure out what’s it all about.
My mother used to tell me never to accept sweets from strangers. I am sure she wasn’t talking about Chantal Coady, founder of Rococo Chocolates,when she said strangers. And for sure she didn’t mean any of Chantal’s divine concoctions, when she said sweets.
Oh, to be a Lattemamma. Dropping the kids at nursery, going for a little run in the park (as if…), frequenting cute little coffee shops. Like this one: