Ever decreasing circles of glamour
I won’t lie to you. Life has been less than glamorous of late. On my recent visit to the UK I found myself alone and in the Tesco coffee shop actually undoing my top button and zip before embarking on...
View ArticleHow can I love you more… farty pants?
It seems to me that there comes a time in the life cycle of a mummy blog when one must write the fart post. Why is that? A need to over-share maybe. Having laid yourself almost entirely bare – on...
View ArticlePins and needles
Soooo, the elbow thing turned out to be a little more serious than first thought… the thing was in fact broken. And of course it is my right arm. Since we last spoke I have been over night in hospital...
View ArticleBionic arm. Beyond cool.
Check out my X-ray. Check it out! Not only do I have what looks like a couple of nails and a cable-tie in embedded in my elbow, making me totally and undeniably bionic (something that I used to claim...
View ArticleHairy like the wolf
Were you wondering how long I could go without mentioning my broken arm? Wonder no more. What follows is the next riveting episode in El Drama del Brazo. I may have mentioned before that I am neither...
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