Yes, yes, Sept. As in the seventh month. I know. Except of course it’s not the seventh month at all due to those egotistical Roman Emperors (Julius and Augustus I’m talking about you), who not only slammed their months in the middle of the year and messed up September, October, […]
I have never thought of myself as a terribly ‘outdoorsy’ type. That is to say that actually, I am someone who has previously thought of myself as very much an indoorsy type. There is nothing that I like more than being curled up under a blanket with a good book. […]
We might be thinking about getting a dog. I know. I’m not sure I saw it coming either, or is it perhaps like moving to Jersey, you all knew it would happen, but I didn’t? Is this one of those? *WARNING CONTAINS CUTE PICTURES OF DOGS* It’s not as if […]
Apparently, a key determining factor in realising the potential in someone to have success in life can be identified at a very young age. Fear not, this is not politics heavy post regarding opportunity and nature versus nuture, no no no. This is all about delayed gratification, and it as […]
I have an age that I am intimidated by. It’s not a round number (wouldn’t want to be a cliché, God forbid my scary number could be considered mainstream, or, you know, common… one that you could get a card for), but when in the early noughties I was asked […]
I have never liked the gym. Or gyms plural. Any of them. From the communal changing and shower rooms which give me hideous flashbacks to run-through showers at school, to the floor to ceiling mirrors and people watching themselves in them, gyms are not, nor ever have been, for me. […]
I always wondered whether I would have a moment when I stopped feeling like I had moved to Jersey and that I lived here. This was my life. That moment where I stopped thinking I was still really a Bromley girl and that was – don’t judge me – where […]
About a year ago, a good friend of mine had her farewell shindig; she was moving to Chicago. She’s since moved, and is settling in… I’ve been warned by a few pals ‘in the know’* that you have to give a new place a year before you make your mind […]
I did not want to leave the suburbs. Anyone who knows me (and foresaw it happening many, many months before I did) can vouch that I did not want to move away. At all. I whinged, I cried, I stamped my feet and I said no. No. NO NO NO […]
So it turns out that taking a month off has been a very good decision. I haven’t been trying to cram work/childcare/moving to Jersey – all needing fairly big chunks of a day – all in. I have solely embraced the mother and family PA role (so much admin) rather […]
