£2.70 for a decaf skinny extra hot tall white caffe mocha hold the cream. The man at Starbucks – his nostrils flare – but he doesn’t bat an eyelid because he is used to my coffee requirements by now. But the thing is, neither do I. Not so much as a flicker. If I added up how much I …
It’s a funny thing that just as we plan to pack up and leave to find home in the manner of ET, home (ie. South East London) starts to look more appealing. I know that’s an oxymoronic statement – south, east and London usually only combine in sentences that start with burglary, car theft hot …
Last night I went out with an ex of mine from my uni days. He’s a financial accountant for a hedge fund now. When we met up and I walked next to him (he in his city gear, me in my voluntary sector gear ie. any more informal and it would have been beachwear) I felt …
Recently I’ve been trying to meditate. I say recently but actually I started trying at the start of the year and I’m still unelightened. Here is what happens when I try to meditate: ok, ommmm, one breath two breath three what’s for dinner is there any wine in the house no maybe I fancy a beer I …
I took Lula to see ‘Up‘ yesterday. It’s the new Pixar / Disney movie. It’s about an old man who spends his whole life dreaming of going to a place called Paradise Falls with his wife. Oooh, as I write that I realise it sounds like I took Lula to watch some porn. This was …
When I was seventeen I made my boyfriend at the time kiss me. He had pustular tonsillitis. I ended up in an isolation unit on an IV drip. But I did get out of taking my A’level mocks. I use this as an example of how far I will go to avoid doing things I …
A colleague, actually my work husband (do you have one of those? I highly recommend getting one if you can. You can boss them around and then you can fire them if they don’t do what you say, unlike a husband who I am informed I am not allowed to boss around nor fire). Unless of …
John called me as I waded my way across the cricket pitch to Lula’s preschool in torrential rain. I was feeling proud of myself for having managed to get lula, her two coats, protective rain gear (ladybird umbrella, wellie boots and mac), lunch bag and homework bag there on time, in one piece and without …
I am in Waitrose and I am about to cry. It isn’t because of the prices, nor because of the semi-religious experience that shopping in those wide, airy aisles inspires in me, nor because Lula now strapped firmly into her buggy after hightailing it around the store, is screaming ‘But I WANT a croissant!’ over …
‘Mummy, I just want to be prettier still.’ ‘Sweetheart you don’t need hairclips in your hair to be pretty.’ ‘No. I need to wear bracelets too. I need to be more prettier.’ Damn. How did this happen? How did our three year old daughter become so obsessed by her looks and notions of beauty? That’s …
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