Parenting, Politics and Life

I went to Slam Dunk Festival this weekend. Once upon a time, festivals were lawless temporary cities populated entirely by sunburnt teenagers drinking warm cider from a shoe while somebody vomited into a tent nearby. But oh, times they have a-changed. My friend drove up in her camper van the night before and secured what can only be described as

Or how I accidentally created a website that bought me a house, with only ten years of blood, sweat, tears and swearing at plugins. Back in 2015, after my second baby was born, I started writing online mainly because I was tired, stuck at home, slightly lonely, and desperately needed something that belonged to me outside of nappies and CBeebies.

I am now 42 and a half years of age. I know I don’t look a day over 40, but it’s true. Now, I was quite content with slipping into middle age even in my mid-30s, but when it comes to my health, I don’t feel quite so relaxed about it. I would have liked to have aged gradually, but

At some point earlier this year, I quietly stopped writing my monthly updates. Not in a dramatic, flouncey this is my final post kind of way. Just a slow, unceremonious… stopping. After two years of diligently documenting my life once a month, I ran out of both enthusiasm and the faint belief that anyone was reading them; I suspect the

Last week, my boyfriend and I (along with everyone else on the internet) watched the new Netflix documentary Louis Theroux: The Manosphere. If you haven’t come across it yet, it’s exactly what it sounds like: Louis Theroux wandering calmly into the internet’s weirdest male self-help ecosystem and, between long pauses of awkward silence, politely asking questions while everyone slowly reveals

How are your New Year’s resolutions going? Genuine question. We’re over halfway through January now, so this feels like a safe point to check in. The popular consensus seems to be that January lasts approximately six months; that it’s a bleak, endless stretch of darkness, budgeting and diet apps, and people pretending to enjoy early mornings. And yet, strangely, January