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 blessed nor cursed in the body hair department. All other body issues aside, I am not, for example, … [Read more…]
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 at school, circa 1977, at the height of my titanic Jaime Sommers girl crush), but also … [Read more…]
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 and under the knife of a rather nice surgeon who put my arm back together … [Read more…]
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 subjects ranging from childbirth to constipation – where left is there to go? Actually, I … [Read more…]
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 an enormous scone with clotted cream and jam. The scone wasn’t even that great, but … [Read more…]
