Last night Hackney Colliery Band came to play at school. They were unbelievably good. Like life affirming-ly brilliant. They are a ten piece brass band that do their own tunes as well as other peoples’. Nope, I didn’t know you could make the trumpet do The Prodigy either. There were about 250 people in the … More Why Children Dance But Adults Don’t
We have had a busy week. On Monday we hosted a pumpkin carving for about 60 people (I’d expected 20). At the weekend a group of my bestest, oldest friends and their kids came to stay. Utter heaven, and of course, with five women, eleven kids and two dogs, pretty much constant chaos. So after … More Nope, there really is no rest for the wicked.
In the last few weeks Raff has cut his hair three times with the kitchen scissors (we finally decided to put them out of reach. Never let it be said we make snap decisions). He’s taken most of the skin off the middle of his face from falling off his bike whilst at a standstill. … More You’re a Hero. Fact.
The sad thing about being as excellent at parenting as we are, is that things can get a little dull. When you reach the level that we’re at, previously interesting child rearing tasks can become a teensy bit predictable. Take potty training for example. Raffy is our second child so obviously we are totally on top of … More Boy Poo/Puppy Poo
Often I do things that I am afterwards baffled by and this week was no exception. I popped into Tesco’s for salad and came out with a raspberry bikini that had been reduced to a tenner in the sales. The main reason that this particular incident baffled me is that six months ago I had … More The Workhorse In The Ten Quid Bikini
I will start this by saying I’m not exactly a loser mum. Though I’m not exactly a winner mum either. This is my kid’s fault. At the grand old ages of five, two and four months old, my kids aren’t best at anything. They’re not on any spelling teams, no junior sports squads, not out … More Me. Winning At Sport’s Day
You didn’t need politics if you were looking for chaos, tough choices, risky gambles and ineffective leadership this morning. You only needed to come to our house. It had not been a good night. A combination of a hungry baby, tickly cough and maddening synchronised loo breaks, meant that Andrew and I had been up … More Cor-Blimey-Theresa-Dismay-Stormyn-Corbyn