So it’s Murraymania, and as a bit of a tennis fanatic, I’ve been looking forward to this morning’s Australian Open final all week. When Federer opened the match and I was in bed unable to drag myself out, you knew that something was very wrong. The reason? A gruelling game of doubles that pitched Young Daddy and . . . → Read More: Game, set and match to Mr A and Miss E
I felt it proper to bring to your attention my absence this evening. I have an scheduled meeting with my NCT girlfriends that urgently requires my presence. This appointment may well require me to indulge in a quantity of alcoholic beverages, in . . . → Read More: Important memo – please read
I like Tuesdays. Baby-wise, Tuesdays are a whole lot better than Miserable Mondays, when we bid Young Daddy a tearful farewell as he leaves for work and my week at home with two babies stretches out endlessly in front of me. Tuesdays are much better. Tuesday afternoons bring all the fun of Monkey Music (for the uninitiated, Monkey . . . → Read More: Jo Malone, Grazia and a glass of wine – who could want more?
Yesterday afternoon we all went along to the pub to celebrate a friend’s birthday. There were a group of parents there who we didn’t know, whose babies were all around 14 weeks old. One of the mums took a quick glance in the direction of me and the twins and said, ‘oh, your babies are really young, . . . → Read More: Competitive Mummy Syndrome? Guilty as charged!