It's been a year since I lost my mum. I still find that turn of phrase a bit odd. It sounds like I've casually misplaced her or lost her in the supermarket aisles. My boys use more direct language when they talk about it. You've got to love their matter of fact interpretation of the … Continue reading Light Through The Fog

Last night I ventured out of the confines of my comfort zone, otherwise known as Netflix and wine, and went along to a taster session for the local Rock Choir. I'd been meaning to join for a while, but when moaning to a friend that I'd been feeling a bit down in the dumps she … Continue reading Just Sing, Sing a Song

Not old as in age - though we are edging towards 40 - you before me, oh how I like being the baby now! But old as in we’ve known one another for what feels like forever, in a good way of course. We met when we were propelled into adulthood, wanting to appear brave … Continue reading Dear Old Friend

Strictly season is upon us - I'm not ashamed to admit it's my favourite time of year. At home I've nailed the quick quicks, but I'm stumbling over the slows. Don't worry the husband and I haven't taken up the foxtrot (though we did a dance class years ago and were told we weren't compatible … Continue reading  Quick Quick Slow

This photo tells a very different story from our reality. That is attempting to raise three respectable boys, nurturing a home and careers, while trying not to nitpick over dirty socks abandoned by the laundry bin and squished biscuits in car seats. No this image shows a young(ish!) couple in the South of France enjoying … Continue reading Just You & Me

Here we go...yet another post on school holiday distress syndrome, the pandemic currently hitting the social media headlines. And you don't have to tell me, I know I should be relishing this extended block of time with my three boys. I am. To a point. But here's the thing, most families are a mere three … Continue reading Summer Blues

So we've been back in Blighty for two whole weeks. Life is still a bit blurry and I have that permanent on edge feeling, wondering which piece of annoying of French admin I've forgotten to sort out. But being home is already starting to feel like our norm.  Here is what I've learned so far... … Continue reading Home

My CV boasts that I am flexible and adaptable. But in reality I hate change; it makes me cry! Yet for some insane reason I seem to invite it into my life on a fairly regular basis. It's like the boy I had a crush on at school, the one who kept breaking my heart … Continue reading Joining The Dance 

To pursue a career or stay at home with the kids - is there a more polarising topic among mums? Well maybe the Gina vs. babywearing one, but it's definitely up there. Many women hold very strong opinions on the subject and are definitely not afraid to share them. They appear to know their preferred … Continue reading My Working Mum Journey

My seven year old boy is dyslexic. It doesn't say so explicitly in his assessment report, though you probably need a physiology degree to understand it, but apparently he's showing all the signs, along with challenges with working memory and auditory processing. Whether I like it or not I've been plunged in to a world of acronyms and centiles, which leaves me … Continue reading Kid, You’ll Move Mountains