On the side of our change table (freshly stocked with wipes, nappies, cloths and creams that smell like you’ve stumbled into a glade that’s sheltered by musk sticks) there’s a poster. It was a gift from my godmother’s daughter- an honorary sister. She’s s film critic. She knows me too well. It’s both a quote […]
40 weeks of feasting
I have been reduced to two functioning gears. If I was a car, I’d be tempted to put myself in for an emergency service. There is ‘go’; a slightly frenzied manic pace which sees me hunched over scrubbing the kitchen sink, dumping everything out of my hospital bag and then repacking it again and folding […]
It’s starting to feel like a game of snakes and ladders over here. Just when you think you’re moving ahead and ticking things off; tiny clothes washed in lavender scented organic detergents, the mechanics of swaddling wraps comprehended and change tables assembled, you tumble backwards. Now we’re nearing the close of it all – there’s […]
I am not in Italy. I am not in Menton. And the closest I currently am to the turquoise sea and cliff bars of Dubrovnik are the motivational photographs I’ve printed out to take to the hospital with me. Yet that is what this dish makes me itch for. Instead, I am ferrying around […]
There are skills I must gain in the next five weeks. I could be wrong on these, but my instincts are telling me the following: I need to learn how to maintain sufficient sanity on minimal sleep (def: sufficient sanity; enough that at the end of the day everyone is alive). I need to […]