My favourite banana loaf recipe- and why the kids made me desperate enough to make it.
I don't know about you but I need make up that is hard wearing. It's not just a case that I have quite oily skin but running round after the kids all day means being exposed to steamy bathrooms, hot sweaty kitchens, chubby little hands trying to grab my face, me sweating and generally getting... Continue Reading →
Today I was not sure who I felt more sorry for, me, the dentist, other patients or the receptionist. Looking at squirming children's teeth must be bad enough, but doing it five times in a row and having to then put up with them using your dentists chair as a slide, jumping up and down... Continue Reading →
Like most people, I look forward to trying to wind down and relax in the evening, which generally involves avoiding things like treading on a slug with your bare foot at 10:30pm, (last night, don't even ask), clearing up a carpet of crushed breadsticks, (most nights, because obviously three plates of pasta at dinner is... Continue Reading →
I am writing this from the depths of Glastonbury in Somerset, steeped in Arthurian legend, crystals, witches, organic everything and me and my 6 kids staying in my besties cottage. Today we took the kids to Glastonbury Abbey, mythical burial place of Queen Guinevere and King Arthur. It was a beautiful and idyllic afternoon, the... Continue Reading →
When you have six children, a simple exercise such as 'popping to the shops', (how I long to just 'pop' to the shops-that word makes it sound so light, fresh and easy), and paying a cheque in at the bank becomes a mammoth expedition filled with shouts, screams, tears, sweat, weeing up against a tree... Continue Reading →
From the moment of birth, no actually from the moment we realise we're pregnant, most Mums feel guilty. 'Oh no, I didn't realise I was pregnant I've been smoking/ drinking/ doing cart wheels'. The guilt continues and continues. 'I didn't breastfeed, I feel guilty', 'I'm a working Mum, I feel bad for leaving kids', 'I'm... Continue Reading →
Ever watched 'Call the Midwife'? If you have you might know that up until about 70 years ago, most babies were born at home. My Dad was. It was the norm. Then came the NHS, wonderful institution that it is, ( that's not sarcastic by the way!), and for many different reasons which are beyond... Continue Reading →