I’ve been shouty. Big time ugly shouty. Sorry neighboursI came to the quick realisation that I am no teacher. I have zero patience. “Write a paragraph and I’ll give you a pound. OK make that £5. Stop angry writing”. I’m that kind of teacherI’ve obsessed over Schitt's CreekAnd Below Deck was my Covid guilty pleasure … Continue reading This Year

A childhood friend isn't just a friend. They are the very foundation of your life. The firm roots from which everything else has grown. The tent to this crazy circus. Always in the background, unfaltering in the messy swirl of life. I met Lizzie on my first day at school. We were eight. She had … Continue reading Our hearts are very old friends

We grow up just accepting the paths and choices our parents take. Never questioning. For us it's just the norm. Then we go on to have relationships and families and gradually we come to understand how being a grown up isn't that straightforward, alas it's a complicated web of wonder. Recently I travelled to Doha. … Continue reading All the things I never asked

This picture well and truly sums up the last seven days. Often it's hard being me - and being around me! I'm SO indecisive coupled with a big load of emotion that trying to wade through the gloop to find the right way is nigh on impossible. And I drag anyone and everyone along for … Continue reading This Way, That Way

Let's talk booze. In today's world, drinking is well and truly ingrained in mum culture. For our parents' generation it was more about half a shandy down the pub on a Friday night or a sly brandy on a Saturday. Now it's a daily occurrence, a necessity. Our weapon of choice. Wine O'clock, Gin Time … Continue reading Anyone for Gin…No Sorry Tea?

Apparently this summer everyone is busy #makingmemories. But what's the key to success? What makes a moment stay put? Forever logged. I recently asked my eight year old what he remembers most about living in Geneva. He screwed up his eyes in a thoughtful fashion then said 'the really great meatballs we used to have … Continue reading Making Memories

I found her in Ibiza... So it turns out I can still party. Really REALLY party. I'm not talking about a simple drunken mum wiggle at a wedding, more out-dancing the Millennials. It was a revelation. You see the big 40 is descending on me. Rapidly. T-minus 30 days to be exact. I know, I … Continue reading Frivolous At Forty

When I was pregnant I was obsessed with birth stories. I'd devour the monthly columns and online forums - by the time it was my turn I thought I was well-versed in how to give birth. But then I soon discovered that nothing can truly prepare you. I had my first in Switzerland. In the … Continue reading The Arrivals

I've just finished Matt Haig's Reasons to Stay Alive. I was intrigued to read it after listening to him on Fearne Cotton's fabulous podcast Happy Place. The combination of her upbeat yet grounded approach and his familiar, warm Yorkshire tone made for wonderful Sunday listening. He spoke frankly about his personal battle with the black … Continue reading Happiness Is

My husband and I are childhood sweethearts (which divides the camp into 'ah so lovely' and 'what that's crazy!'- usually a female vs male reaction). Thankfully though this has meant that I've managed to avoid any of those big boyfriend break-ups that crush your insides and leave you reaching for the second bottle a la Bridget Jones. But … Continue reading The Break-Up