I got the call whilst I was on the way to Philadelphia Zoo, a sentence which leads me to sound much more yummy than mummy, and if there's one thing I'm not, it's yummy. But I was in the car, on the first week of a family trip to America when I found out about my new role as a Quinnycaster. It was astonishing, given that there were over 3000 applications, that I had been chosen, but not so astonishing that I overlooked the opportunity to buy a new … [Read more...]
Leaving on a jet plane
The DH is taking we girls en vacances. I have abandoned the packing momentarily to notify you of this. I say packing, but it's more like preparing for the invasion of a continent. However did my parents regularly move country with so little? I suspect that the only way of fitting in all the child-related essentials is to pack two pairs of underwear and a swimsuit for me and just wear the clothes I travel in for two weeks. Although, having … [Read more...]
Will I be a good enough parent?
I think perhaps that Philip Larkin had a more miserable upbringing than Adrian Mitchell;They tuck you up, your mum and dadThey read you Peter Rabbit, too.They give you all the treats they hadAnd add some extra, just for you.They were tucked up when they were small,(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),By those whose kiss healed any fall,Whose laughter doubled any joke.Man hands on happiness to man.It deepens like a coastal shelf.So love your parents … [Read more...]
What they don’t tell you in NCT classes…
1. That the jump from one child to two is sooo much more significant that the jump from nought to one.2. That you can fall asleep whilst standing up.3. That if it means you will get to the Pocket Dictator's singing class on time you will leave the house in your pyjamas.4. That you can pick up one child whilst breastfeeding the second.5. That you don't have to shower as often as you thought.6. That if it meant you got to eat a Krispy Kreme in … [Read more...]
My kind of election
Pandemic
Creamy dreamy Mother’s Day
I'm a closet fan of Fry's Chocolate Cream. It's kind of a guilty pleasure of mine. Before I went on maternity Leave I used to buy one at the shop around the corner from work to galvanise myself to go in there. One day I was standing outside the shop savouring every morsel when a youngish 'chap' (dressed in tweed blazer but with jeans, I'd say he was a 'chap'.) stopped, backtracked, looked at the bar, then at me and said firmly "Good choice!" … [Read more...]
