The other night, I had a strange dream. It reminded me a bit of Amy Tan’s book, Saving Fish from Drowning, which we ‘did’ in my book club Abroad. It was a huge great tome and pretty much as pointless as the title, but was chosen by a lovely person so we all held back …
When I picked up Child One the other day, she had unusually pink cheeks. A bit of physical exercise? I doubted it, as she has inherited the full might of my sloth gene. No, it turned out they had been doing a new topic called Growing Up in science. ‘We had to label Private Parts, …
I am becoming rather intrigued by the stunna momma from school. Particularly since I saw her running in the park the other morning. She ran totally like a girl, you know, elbows out, feet splayed, a bit like a duck under pressure. But it wasn’t that which caught my interest. It was the fact that …
There is something wonderfully comforting about time. People have been telling me it’s a great healer for months, if not years, and of course I’ve been completely ignoring them. But something I saw in the playground yesterday did drop that penny definitively. It was one of the more glamorous Mummies (there are plenty of stunnas, …