Bad Moods and Being British
Today we took a trip to a certain local playground. I had visions of a happy time for my toddler and his friend, playing with other children, enjoying the slide and the swings in the sunshine. So, it’s the school…
Today we took a trip to a certain local playground. I had visions of a happy time for my toddler and his friend, playing with other children, enjoying the slide and the swings in the sunshine. So, it’s the school…
Second baby syndrome has suddenly hit hard. Baby Fifi has been a dream child compared to her brother. She doesn’t hold her breath, she can be persuaded to do things and she laughs and smiles all the time. I am…
A trip around the Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology in Cambridge always goes down well. Early on in my museums career I had the privileged to actually work there on project to catalogue a load of glass plate negatives collected…
Baby Group, marketed as a place to meet other mums make life long friends and somewhere for the children to be entertained. Somewhere to be judged, criticised and to rediscover the joys of sixth form common room politics. Can I…
A little while ago, I was looking at my mum’s old sewing patterns. I had been to the shop and realised that by the time I bought a new pattern and the material, I may just as well go and…