… nearly six actually. Now that she is five she is at school from 9am until 4pm everyday. She has had her first solo playdate in the pueblo with a boy from school. She tells me that they fight “but not hitting”. OK, great. They mostly play Barbies. Many more playdates have followed. I started … [Read more…]
Looks gorgeous, right? Butter wouldn’t melt? Wrong. She has just handed me the biggest bogie ever to have graced this house, wearing exactly this expression. Stay alert, people. And beware 5 year olds bearing gifts. This photo was taken on a late-night pee mission during a recent glamping trip in La Taha, Granada.
Oh my f*cking goodness (can’t say God, ‘cos ‘my Mum reads my blog’)! If I see another post in my bloody timeline advising me of the ‘habits’ of people who are apparently excelling on every level in life that you could think of, and then some that they just made up, I might have to … [Read more…]
Anyone who has ever blogged knows or can understand how easily it can turn into an obsession, and the signs of compulsive over-blogging are well known and documented. What I want to know is how do you know when you have been off the blog for too long? When you can’t remember your admin password … [Read more…]