Some days, are shockers. There was a great book that my mum and dad used to read to us when we were little; ‘ Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day‘. “I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there’s gum in my hair and when I got out […]
In the kitchen
There are countless things that are funny about being 21 weeks knocked up and playing host to something the size of a fat pomegranate. It’s funny when you catch a glimpse at yourself in the mirror and no longer recognise yourself. I’m like one of the lost boys in Hook pushing and pulling at […]
‘Please tell me you have cake.’ You do have to pity a bewildered spouse. There he is, gently knocking on the bedroom door to check on you at 5.15 pm, after you’ve retired for an hour with another scratching, mean-cat of a headache and that seeping I’m tired from growing a human malaise. A weak […]
Roast pork was not something I ate a lot of before we moved to the UK. We were roast lamb-on-a-special-occasion people, occasionally a large, rosy rump of beef for a crowd. But a feast of pig- that other white meat- was not something I grew up with. I remember the first time I went to […]
A while ago we needed to talk about the curse of googling when growing a human. Now I think we might need to talk about the weeping. Seriously. I may be one small part English, but it seems I did not inherit a stiff upper lip. While I like to think of myself as generally […]