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Jobs for the mums: Picking my new career

When I left the workplace to become a stay-at-home mum, one of my biggest considerations – bigger, even, than the no money I would actually bring home after spunking it all on childcare – was the large gap it would leave on my CV.  It might be the 21st century, …

A step by step guide to fixing matted doll’s hair

Does your child have a favourite doll which hasn’t been looked after properly? Do they have an Elsa doll with matted hair? A Barbie with fuzzy, frizzy and ruined hair? A My London Girl that has hair uncannily like mine (without the roots) and is desperately in need of a …

Fare thee well, 2016: My review of the year

This is a post I wasn’t going to write, but I’ve found myself in a bit of a funk. The kids have both been sick (again – what the hell right?) so I’m even more tired than usual and feeling pretty run down. Friends have suggested that looking back over …

Bare bum in the ball pit

We all know where I stand on soft play, but sometimes there is just no better option. Recently, it’s become really cold, really suddenly. I hate it and am finding it difficult to get out of the house with the kids in the misery of winter. When we need to …

Blogueurs dans Paris: E-Fluent Spot 5

The last time I went to Paris, I was 11 years old.  My overwhelming memory of it was being sick, lots, and crazy traffic. Somehow, despite visiting a lot of European cities in my late teens and early 20s, I never returned. I very rarely travel these days (for very …

21st Century Parenting: Ten reasons why it’s not easier

Last week, I briefly mused about the modern wonder that is smartphones. They’re crap for blogging but they have revolutionised parenting. Waiting for the child to fall asleep? Mess around on Twitter. Kids fallen asleep in the car? Get into an argument with a Trump supporter on a Scary Mommy article on …

Flying solo: One weekend of parenting alone

One hour and 17 minutes. That is how long I have been sitting in my children’s room, waiting for them to fall the f*ck to sleep. Specifically the small one. It is Saturday night, and it’s almost 8.30pm. By now I’ve basically read the whole of the internet and I …

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