I am 31 years old. I no longer walk extra-slowly past the house of dream-boat sixth formers. I am a confident, mature woman. I don’t need to sit casually by the phone so that if someone calls I can force myself to wait three rings before snatching it up with a faux-nonchalent ” ‘lo?” I […]
The bank that deserves your interest
Before I became pregnant I had never heard of the Milk Bank, and it was never mentioned during my pregnancy by any of the health professionals with whom I came into contact. Donating milk is one of the most important, life-changing decisions you can make, and I implore you to consider helping, either by donating […]
Big girls don't cry
In a recent post about going back to work I alluded briefly to the Enhanced Tear Duct, which is surreptiously inserted by obstetricians between stages two and three of labour, along with the Guilt Gene and the Total Fuckwit chip. Bursting into tears whilst on maternity leave is fairly acceptable, if not expected of a […]
Supermarket Weep
A hundred years ago, when I was young, footloose and child-free, supermarket shopping was a fun and engaging opportunity. Casually browsing the ready-meal section for a Weight Watcher’s lasagne, clicking my kitten heels past the ogling youth on the fish counter, swinging my basket toward the delicatessen, and always open to the chance of a […]
The love of a parent
In the morning, just as daylight is breaking through the slats of the bedroom blind, my son comes into bed with me. I hear the gentle click of his bedroom door opening and sense, rather than see, the shaft of dappled light thrown out by the nightlight he insists we keep on in his room. […]
A brave new world
Regular readers will know that I have been chomping at my metaphorical bit to get back to work after two lots of back-to-back maternity leave. I have been craving conversations that don’t go round in circles, and an environment where my opinions are admired and actively sought out. (I don’t know why I was so […]