You know that thing, when you are a mother, or father, and your children come uninvited, not just to witness, but to actively watch you, as an adult woman, or man, doing whatever it is that you do in the toilet? Yep. That. Here are this week’s toilet encounters with the inquisitive Bibsey: “What’s that?! … [Read more…]
It’s been a good day. The kind of day that, as an expat, helps to justify your choices. The choices that in your darker moments you agonise over, like: What the hell am I doing here away from so many of the people that I love and who love me? I think that it is … [Read more…]
… and last thing at night. These can be the most frustrating times of day for a parent of small children. You are knackered, you are potentially at your most vulnerable, probably dishevelled, perhaps in need of a drink (coffee or cava depending on which end of the day of course) and definitely in need … [Read more…]
This may be the second time that you have heard from me today. There was some other rubbish posted today about dancing on the telly. So I apologise to any subscribers and can assure you that it is very unlikely to ever happen again. In fact I could say that, in anything other than an … [Read more…]
