Weight loss, it’s a thing.

Weight loss, it’s a thing.

Aside from rigorously following Slimming World for eight months, people ask me how I lost 3.5 stone (three of which I tell myself were each of the BUBs’ fault, half a stone was the biscuits’ fault, but it’s probably the other way round). What was the secret? It was this: Individually-wrapped Moser Roth chocolate bars … Continue reading

Disco boats

Disco boats

I love The Wizard of Oz. Always have done. In many ways my journey is like Dorothy’s, with an escape to Oz, a magical journey filled with wonderful people and a return home. BUB.1 knows I love The Wizard of Oz. But he is only five. He plays with my ruby slipper necklace, he loses … Continue reading

What was that?

What was that?

Our walk to school at the moment is peppered with fiery red leaves, conkers, glittering spider webs and questions. The other morning, as we emerged from the end of our road, it started. Continue reading

“I’ve been to paradise…”

Last night I went to bed wondering what I’d do with a few hours to myself on this Mother’s Day weekend. In my dream, I told my own Mum that “I’d like to walk down the centre of Manhattan, turning left or right whenever I want to.” Today, I’ll probably end up sniffing books in … Continue reading

Any day…

I can’t remember who it was, but a celebrity recently answered one of those short, snappy magazine interview questions with an answer that I just can’t shake off. “If you could live any day of your life again, what would it be?”, to which she answered: “Any day when my children were small.” Wow. Not … Continue reading

Acrobat

We moved to a different room and a mobile scanner was wheeled in, and all the while I was mouthing to Willy Wonka, in a Les Dawson-style whisper “She isn’t, she won’t be, she’s not.” She was. Continue reading

The best and the worst time

I’ve just had possibly the finest few hours of my parenting life. The BUBs played “vets and jungles” while I pottered in my slippers. The baby slept straight after breakfast which left the boys to have a snowman bath bomb, full of delightful squealing and mutual drenching. When she woke up the baby got in … Continue reading

As easy as ABC

As easy as ABC

Seven random encounters led me to a conversation one sunny afternoon on a roof terrace in West Hampstead about online dating and to now, to eating Tunnock’s Caramels with this man and our three children. Continue reading