I’m standing in Terry’s mum’s house for what I think will be the last time before it’s sold, and I’m looking at the ceiling light. It’s an ordinary kind of…
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Diary
Just nine months after we last flooded our house, it happened again.
A day of my life in September, 2018.
Just as I always suspected, at night when we’re asleep, the toys in the nursery come to life. Here’s what they get up to …
Warning: cuteness overload…
We’re planning a fresh descent into DIY hell…
It snowed in winter: British people have never been more surprised.
Jellycats, eyebrows and poop.
Cold coffee and typos – a.k.a my 6th week of parenting.
In memory of my mother-in-law.
This post is brought to you by caffeine and 4am feeds.
Gout: turns out it’s not just for Henry VIII
Our last Christmas as a family of two.
Life, lately.
A look at my life over the past couple of weeks.