Scene: the downstairs loo. The Pocket Dictator has just declared that she “needs a wee”, so I am busy helping her pull her pants down when we both realise it’s too late. I look down. She looks down. Quite frankly you’d be forgiven for thinking that her waters had just broken. I strip her [...]
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Picture credit My life is no longer my own. Evidence: 1. I have a To Do list a page and a half long. My brain has turned to mush so if I don’t write it down, it’s forgotten in a breath. 2. I know I have feet and toes. I just can’t see them. [...] Picture credit The last time I wrote about a Wife-guide, I got into the kind of trouble you never expect, but that has the potential to divide a family until the end of time. In making a point, I didn’t choose my words carefully enough and almost had to stop blogging altogether. So I [...] Again, I’m a little late. I’ve been occupied of late trying to find ‘help’ I should probably have consulted Dulwich Mum about this sort of thing, since she appears to be a pro in the help-hiring department. It’s very odd, having once been a nanny and then maternity nurse, to find yourself on the [...] Along with the disposal of a million-and-one pine needles, an enormous credit card bill and a sense of desperation, the New Year is also synonymous with The Resolution. You determine to lose weight, give up smoking, learn more, be nicer, bigger, better. And invariably you set out with the best of intentions, make it through [...] In the first flushes of real love DH and I moved in together. To be more precise, DH decided he quite liked me, bought a house, then just assumed I’d said yes to moving in because he’d had the conversation so many times in his head. I didn’t have anything better to do, so went [...] |
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