Melting like butter
It’s so hot in London, I have resorted to wearing bikini tops and beach dresses in a quest to keep cool. Any excuse to slop around, really.
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Too cool for school
As a foreigner, you can either dwell on things that are worse in your host country than at home and become a grumpy old lady in the process. Or you can embrace differences, sometimes just accepting them as they are, getting used to them over time. Like left hand traffic. There are, however, certain things […]
Somewhere else the sun is shining
When you are stuck between volatile childcare arrangements, too much to do and too little time to accomplish any of your smaller and greater plans, it’s easy to forget that behind the clouds, the sun is shining. I have been taking some time off – off the computer, off bars raised too high and off […]
Holiday packing before and after having children
We will be going on a little vacation soon, and whilst writing lists with things to pack, I realised how much my pre-vacation preparation routine has changed during the past couple of years. This is your usual girlie pre vacation prep:
An update on being part-time depressed
The beauty of writing things down lies in its cathartic capacities. The beauty of posting these things online lies in a) the advice you get, b) the support you receive and c) the subtle pressure of acting upon it. After I confessed last Thursday, I have read through your comments and emails (thank you!!) and […]
PND, PMS or just the usual madness?
I have been feeling a little off recently. OK, whom am I kidding? I haven’t felt my normal self since the Pea was born more than eight months ago. Before you laugh at me – I don’t mean feeling like a spring chicken ready to play a round of beach volley before breakfast. Those days […]
Miffed
Equality and emancipation in parenthood is an interesting theory. But at closer inspection, I can’t help but feel betrayed. For decades, I had bought into the propaganda. However, after four years of nappies and pear purée, it has dawned on me: When push comes to shove, I am in this alone.
At the Baby Spa
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.
Nachos and beer
In line with the contents of my more recent diet, this post is called Nachos and Beer. OK, maybe there wasn’t that much beer (or not as much as I would have liked), but nachos definitely played a recurring role in my daily regime.
Six months of baby love
Petite Pea has been six months old this week. I find time has been flying even faster since this gurgling bundle of giggles joined our family. She is growing up too fast, both girls are, and although my heart overflows with mummy pride with every little step they make, I am also bemoaning the fact […]