Netflix-informed parenting, Prince Philip and my first draft.
I’m writing this a bit late. My husband and I stayed up to collect my son from a cold-sounding meet in his mate’s garden. He wanted to cycle back at…
writer and seeker of school ties
I’m writing this a bit late. My husband and I stayed up to collect my son from a cold-sounding meet in his mate’s garden. He wanted to cycle back at…
Yesterday, the six of us cycled along the prom. The sun was out, people were in t-shirts and there were banners outside the restaurants announcing their terraces would open from…
I wasn’t happiest, but I was least existentially stressed when I was taking my professional exams as a junior doctor. I had no children at the time so I had…
It turns out my passport expires in 2028. 2018 was the start date, not the expiry. I knew the form I was filling in felt familiar. Our broadband company are…
Yesterday, in the middle of a meeting, my desk fell off the wall, so I’m breaking a rule and writing this in bed. I’m trying to concentrate while my husband…
My son has turned the kitchen and conservatory into a bike shop. Grateful he’s out of bed and not torturing his teachers online, I haven’t complained. And the children are…
You know that novel that was brewing? The plan was to outline it so I could get going with a first draft in the New Year. A week later, the…
I’m trying to find excuses for the organisational disaster this week feels that don’t involve writing and National novel writing month. National Novel Writing Month shouldn’t cause me too many…