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

Pillow talk

Pillow talk

As I heard Graham Norton say the other day, wedding vows always sound a bit too much like ‘pillow talk” for comfort. But like him, I wouldn’t ever say no to a knees up with lots of wine, so never say never. Continue reading

The chat

Bath time yesterday: BUB.1 (squeezing his little balls): Look at my fishes! Have you got fishes that swim too Mum? Me: No, I have eggs. B.1: Why? Me: Because eggs turn into babies when the fishes meet up with them. B.1: How do they meet? Me: When Mummies and Daddies cuddle close the fishes can … Continue reading

Reality cheque

I haven’t used my chequebook in a long, long time. This became evident today when I dug it out of an old box in order to write, and how retro I feel saying this, a couple of cheques for BUB.1′s upcoming school trips. Continue reading

Table for one please

In Australia, the relationship strategy of some men is to make you one of the lads. Unless you are attuned to this larrikin love mode, your relationship flounders. I can only describe it as being strapped into a very fast, very fun plane but never actually taking off the ground. Continue reading