So what originally started out as a blog post has turned into a free ebook. 90 pages worth to be exact. A culmination of 4 years of family outings, of tips we wish we’d known in advance, and advice we’d love to share with other parents looking to visit the London area with kids.
When I realised that there was far too much material for a blog post, or even a series of blog posts, I decided to convert this knowledge into an ebook, to share for free with subscribers to my blog. So as of today – drum roll please – you can now subscribe to Franglaise Mummy, and as a thank you for your support you will receive my ebook, full of tips to make any family outing in the London area the best it can be.
You can sign up at the end of any blog post or via a pop-up box.… Read more
During the World Cup Final at the weekend Hubs reminded me of where we watched it 4 years ago. We were in Praz de Lys, a hamlet/village in the French Alps (Haute Savoie), enjoying a final French holiday before packing up our French life to move to the UK.
On the 18th June 2010 we made the decision to leave our life in France and move to the UK. For me that meant leaving behind 12 years of my life; I lived in France from the age of 22 until the age of 34. For Hubs it meant leaving the country where he had lived for 33 of his 34 years. For L it was the country she was born in and where she had lived for her first 3 and 1/2 years.
On the 19th July 2010, after a day on the beach, we packed up our final 3 suitcases and boarded an evening plane bound for Gatwick, where we were met by my mum and dad.… Read more
I was surprised and proud to receive an email from the lovely Pauline from A Frog at Large recently, asking me to participate in a blog tour about my writing process. Pauline’s blog is one of the very first ones I found when I started Franglaise Mummy, and I highly recommend it. Pauline is French but moved to the UK at the end of her teens, so is Franglaise too, but the other way round to me, and she blogs about her experiences of parenting in the UK with her French/English outlook.
This year has seen me take a bit of a turn in the things that I do and what I’m working on, as I laid out in a new year’s blog post, and I now class myself as a writer as well as a blogger.
So what does this writing process blog tour involve? Well, I need to answer the four questions below to share my writing process with you……
1) What am I working on?… Read more
Here is my final blog post on our recent holiday to Bluestone National Park in Pembrokeshire, Wales, with all the pros and cons of the stay, whether I think it is value for money and the fab video montage that my very clever Hubs put together of our time there.
Without further ado here is the video which includes (a lot of) climbing, much embarrassment of Mummy including jumping on a bouncy castle, climbing up a wall and swinging from the rafters, the kids helping out in our lodge and much more. I hope you enjoy it and get a feel of our time there (some sections have been speeded up to avoid the video being too long – Hubs and L don’t really climb that fast!):
Now onto the nitty gritty – what we really thought of it:
- Beautiful location: it really is stunning, with absolutely incredible views
- Great layout, both the national park, and our lodge itself.
When I was a child I longed to be older – I wanted to be 11 and go to big school like my sisters. Then I wanted to be 15 to get into films with that age restriction. Next it was 16 to do all the naughty things you could legally do at that age. 17, so I could learn to drive. 18 – the holy grail of ages! An adult, then I could do WHAT I wanted. Then when I was 18 I couldn’t wait until the summer when I would finish school and go off to university.
A childhood of wishing away my life. Now I’m sooooo much older I try to be better and to live life in the now. Although of course I’m no longer anxious to get to my next birthday. As if! Yay, 39, whoop, whoop. Said no one ever. But it is easy to wish the week away to get to the weekend.… Read more
I can remember it as if it were yesterday, yet it’s been over 3 years now. The phone call at work. “L’s had an accident, you need to come to the hospital.” Hearing her screams in the background. My normally hardcore little girl, howling in pain. I ran to the tube station, crying all the way. “I’m a bad mum, I’m a bad mum” going round and round in my head.
I got to the hospital and there was a little girl there, sitting on Hubs’s lap, she looked like L, but she didn’t look like L. Her face was contorted in pain. “They gave her morphine in the ambulance,” Hubs told me, who’d managed to get there before L arrived as his work was so close by, “and they’ve just pushed the bone back in as it was sticking out.”
We headed to X-Ray while I tried to console my (then) only child.… Read more
I don’t know about you but I spend about 350 days a year wearing the same boring old clothes – jeans and a t-shirt. If the weather is warm I’ll team this up with a pair of flip flops and maybe a cardigan, or (as is more often the case) if the weather is bad then I’ll add boots and a hoodie.
Whilst I like this kind of outfit because it allows me to do my job of being a mum and childminder comfortably, I also LOVE getting dressed up.
Now I know that Britmums Live was not exactly a dressy event, but I wanted to make an effort. I wanted to draw a line between “mummy me”, with baby snot wiped down my jeans and lunch smeared across my top, and “blogger me”, a bit more composed and (dare I say it?) sophisticated.… Read more
Warning to those with a sensitive disposition: I will be talking about women’s bits in this blog post, and in a non-exciting way, so if you don’t want that kind of information, move along now.
I just want to clarify from the start that I do love the NHS, and even though I will be doing a fair amount of slamming of it in this blog post, on the whole I think it’s a fantastic system.
But it does let us down. Particularly us women.
I have already blogged about this from a mother’s perspective, so I won’t go into that again. Instead I’d like to look at it from a woman’s point of view, post childbirth.
Now, let’s face it, giving birth (vaginally, not a C-section) is going to hammer your lady bits far more than anything else in the rest of your life (I’m guessing/hoping). Most of us will end up with some kind of tearing, at the best, and full on vagina complications at the worst.… Read more
With a slight delay here is our third day at Bluestone National Park. Our final day was filled with getting out of our comfort zone, both for me and our 7 year old daughter. Oh and lots of heights.
We woke after another great night’s sleep, ready to attack our final full day at Bluestone. We’d arranged to meet up with Alison from Not another mummy blog, and family, as well as Becky from Munchies and Munchkins, and family, in the Adventure Centre.
But beforehand we really wanted to have one last swim at the Blue Lagoon. L even managed to convince me to go down a water slide with her. Just the one though as it was a bit too nerve-wracking for my liking – yes I’m a wuss!
Once we got to the Adventure Centre we got ready for L and me to do “The Swing”, which was the final element of “The Big Four” that we’d booked in for L and Hubs/me.… Read more
The holiday fun continues with day two of our holiday at the fab Bluestone national park in Pembrokeshire, Wales. The fresh air and non-stop activities mean that the girls are sleeping even better than usual, which means we get to have a (relative) lie-in too.
We had booked C in to 3 hours of creche activity - Captain Cove Seaside Discovery – in the morning, during which time we intended to go back to the Adventure Centre, where we hoped L would feel more comfortable letting herself “fall” when on the climbing wall. As I tried to convince L to overcome her fears she decided that maybe I should overcome mine and climb the wall by her side.
Eek! I last went on a climbing wall over 20 years ago and I don’t have fond memories of it.… Read more