It’s not unusual for me to write this with a glass of wine in hand, but it’s not normal for me to be doing it in the middle of Strands. Needless to say, I have been plied with an extra large glass of ...
Twice in her life, little Belle has looked at me as if I am completely, certifiably, mad. Occasion number one came during the pea incident. You may remember that she got one of Birdseye’s finest stuck...
Well that’s it. We are going to have to ban religion in the interest of good health. Spiritually beneficial it may be, but what about your waistline? We barely recovered from Christmas and then along ...
Last weekend the LH and I watched our good friend Pat win his seventh consecutive national squash championship. Go Pat!
The evening was entertaining for many reasons, but mainly because at one point ...
Little Belle has a frozen pea stuck up her nose. It seems my healthy snack has backfired somewhat.
Two miserable attempts at King Edward VII Memorial failed to remove it and we are now scheduled for s...
I have a love-hate relationship with the Phoenix store in town. Friendly pharmacists, great toys, a surprising stash of organic skincare options… and the biggest supply of chocolate known to man. In f...
Little Belle’s fascination with depositing everything in the toilet continues. If only this were a reference to successful potty training. Instead, so far, I have had to retrieve the lens cap, the car...
Disaster has struck here at Mummy HQ. The Lovely Husband is gallivanting around the world on business and after wrestling my little monkeys into bed I have arrived downstairs to face the sad reality o...
Valentine’s Day got off to a bumpy start. I was unclipping Princess Chloe from her car seat and getting a little frustrated at the level of procrastination. “Hurry up!” I said, as rush hour traffic wh...
I should have known that taking little Belle dress shopping was a bad idea. At 18 months old, she is drawn like a magnet to anything unsuitable at best, dangerous at worst. This means she is a liabili...
