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…
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.
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Gout: turns out it’s not just for Henry VIII
Our last Christmas as a family of two.
A look at my life over the past couple of weeks.