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The affirmation that I have finally entered the realm of calm, capable, multi-tasking mummy-hood, didn't come from a freezer full of homemade, baby-food ice cubes as I expected. Rather, it came as I managed to apply mascara perfectly with Chloe balan...

After searching for my car for half an hour on the wrong floor of Bulls Head car park, it occurred to me I ought to do something about my memory. People say that when you have a baby your memory deteriorates, and so far — so true. I guess this is lar...

So far so good with my New Year's resolutions. I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since New Year's Eve and I'm feeling mighty clear-headed. I also got tricked into advanced yoga by a friend (she said it was easy) and despite being the most uncoordin...

It's nearly impossible to do it all. There is always one nauseating person who can juggle their job, children, partner and team sports without batting an eyelid. This is also the person that freezes leftover wine into ice-cube trays (leftover wine?) ...

My new year began with an amazing example of survival against all odds. I'm not sure how, but sometime on New Year's Eve a tree frog hopped into our washing machine. Oblivious to this, as we set out for the evening, I put my husband's gym socks on fo...

Now very few of us find it easy to be perfectly healthy over Christmas. I did try one year, when I was 13 and totally traumatised by a spotty forehead. I was convinced that if I avoided everything that contained sugar and drank enough water, I'd star...

I've been thinking. Aside from fruitcake, there are still two other hazards when it comes to the festive season. The first is the annual office party, which in my view should be banned. The potential for moments of drunken honesty and career-limiting...

Opening stockings on Christmas morning is one of my favourite family traditions. As with most holiday rituals, each family has their own way of doing things and ours has a few rules that apply to the annual stocking frenzy. Firstly, you must ? withou...

Ah, December! This is absolutely my favourite time of year. Christmas trees, mulled wine, stockings, pantomime, parties, good will and a sub-tropical nip in the air, it's all irresistible. Except there's just one tiny flaw isn't there? Who was it tha...

hen I was 19 I was diagnosed with lactose intolerance. I should have got the hint earlier as I was sick every time I ate a mint Cornetto, but as we were only allowed ice cream on special occasions, my Mum always put it down to over-excitement. At 16,...