This gallery contains 12 photos.
We’re back from our wellness resort and I’m so relaxed, I’m still in my PJ’s… I’m thinking of writing about the events in little instalments, but just to give you a taster here are a handful of pictures:
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve been driven to watching daytime telly. I’ve shoved the five-year-old off the sofa. Apparently she has an unnatural ability to bounce back to fitness. She has a spring in her step that cannot be ignored. She’s even offering … Continue reading →
If you happened to visit me right at this moment, you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d mistakenly walked into a dispensing chemist. Or a doctor’s surgery. No one would institutionalise you for imagining you’d set foot in a small hospital. … Continue reading →
I always check the alarm clock. Always, always, always. Every single night, before I go to bed. Without fail. (Well, except for that time two months ago. But honestly, that was a one-off.) Until last night. I’d written up a … Continue reading →
Some days I think I’ve lost my sense of humour. But then I have an adorable thirteen-year-old who says things like, “Mum, are you sure you don’t want to lie down after this – you look really crappy!” And then … Continue reading →
It all started with me running up the hill, as you do (when you’re eight) and me tripping over my own foot, as you shouldn’t. Mid-fall I attempted to do a judo landing. My black-belted aunt had been teaching me … Continue reading →
The surgeon told me it’s a tiny little ten minute operation and really I have no need to worry. The risks are minute and the benefits could be dramatic. Additionally, the procedure itself offers an opportunity for sleep. So I … Continue reading →
The last few weeks have been particularly tough on me. I seem to have run into a wall of exhaustion, no doubt brought on by the emotional and physical demands of looking after four children and in particular, one with … Continue reading →
Dear Akasha, You are, it has to be said, a very lovely and sweet four-year-old, but there are a couple of very important things I should probably tell you. When Mummy (yes, me) has the headache from hell, she does … Continue reading →
I am not suffering from toothache. I am not suffering from toothache. I am not suffering from toothache. I must have just slept oddly on my jaw. It is not a rumbling wisdom tooth. I repeat. It is not a … Continue reading →
This gallery contains 12 photos.
We’re back from our wellness resort and I’m so relaxed, I’m still in my PJ’s… I’m thinking of writing about the events in little instalments, but just to give you a taster here are a handful of pictures:



