Plastic Fantastic (and the hunt for tableware for the garden)
Botanic Prints (and where to find them)
Dear London
Are they taking Le Mickey?
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 […]
I got a tattoo. Yup. I know. Mid-Life crisis for one delivered within a week of the move to Jersey. Who’d have thunk it. (You can read about my musings about tattoos from last year here) Except, that’s not why I got it at all. The mid-life crisis bit I […]