It’s that time of year again. DH has gone out with the PD to pick up the Turkey (and buy my gifts, no doubt). I’m at home, struck down by Tonsillitis, although even if I wasn’t the remaining snow/ice would keep me indoors: I’m fairly confident that SPD and crutches do not go well [...]
I always expected to be a ‘Mummy’, certainly when pregnant I always talked about becoming a ‘Mummy’. Yet somehow, from the moment that Cecily was born, I have been a ‘Mamma’. I have spent 18 months calling myself Mamma, as has everyone else, so how is it that when she finally got round to [...]
One of the advantages of the SPD is that I am at home a lot more than I used to be and, because so much of the Domesticity is delegated to those more able, I can spend more time in the kitchen. This too is a complicated process since I cannot stand for too [...]
I was standing in a very long queue at Waterstones yesterday, buying yet another dog-related product (in this case quite a sweet book at a very reasonable half-price) that the Pocket Dictator had tried to shoplift. No-one tells you the perils of pushchairs and low-lying shelves at your NCT classes do they? In order [...]
Picture: Cath Tate I’m having the kind of day where you resent everyone for everything. It comes from spending two hours on the bedroom floor dwelling on all the things that make your life unnecessarily complicated. I fell and couldn’t get back up and neither DH (who was working) nor houseguests heard me [...]
Poor DH- whenever he starts to wind down and think of taking a break (ie: Christmas, Wedding, arrival of the PD), work which has long been dormant suddenly bursts back into life and he has to fight fires and take control of it all. I won’t denegrate Solicitors, but let’s just say that they [...]