Today my 66 year old mum, my 37 year old self, my 6 year old daughter and I all did the 5K race for life in Hyde Park in temperatures of around 28-30°C. I also thought it would be a good idea to have my 8 month old baby daughter on my back (just in case I wasn’t already warm enough).… Read more
I haven’t blogged in a week, and it feels like a lifetime. It’s not because I’ve lost my blogging mojo. Oh no. There are loads of posts just screaming to be released. It is for a far bigger reason. I’ve been busy preparing for my Ofsted inspection so I can become a registered childminder.… Read more
I was going to link up to Transatlantic Blonde’s “What I wore Wednesday” blog post yesterday. I had a photo taken of me this weekend when I went out with Hubs on a date night, and it was all ready to go, then I looked at the photo, and all I could see were my chubby knees and chunky legs and I just couldn’t post it.… Read more
This has been the subject of conversation for a while now amongst my friends and me. Aged 30-40 with children and often home-owners, most of us don’t have wills in place, but do we really need one? And what happens if the worst comes to the worst and something happens to us, our other half, or worse, to both of us?… Read more
Hubs and I used to go out once a week. We were so smug. We had a child yet we still managed to frequently go out for a date night. To the cinema, out for dinner, for a stroll around the tourist attractions of London if the weather was good. We didn’t question it.… Read more
In 1998 I bought a return ticket to Nice, France – leaving London on the 1st July 1998 and returning to the UK on the 10th September 1998. I’d just finished my university finals and my aim was to have a summer of partying on the French Riviera with two friends (a fellow Brit and a Danish/American) I’d met there the previous summer.… Read more
When I had my first daughter, L, in France in 2006 this is the type of comment I would hear. There are some French women and medical professionals who are totally pro breastfeeding but they are few and far between, which means if you do want to breastfeed you have to really fight your corner.… Read more
Back in 2006, just before my 30th birthday, whilst I was stressing over the thought of leaving my 20s and worrying about wrinkles and grey hairs, my usually clear skin flared up into an almighty mess of redness, particularly over my nose and cheeks. I felt so ugly, I hid in my office at work, letting my fair fall over my face to try and hide this awful, red acne.… Read more
Before I start, just a heads up for my non-blogging readers, this is all about blogging conference, BritMums Live, and may not appeal, so feel free to click away now. I won’t take it the wrong way 😉 For everyone else it is a mammoth post, so grab yourselves a drink and get comfy.… Read more
