Part of a Lego exhibition we saw on the weekend and in no way a freakishly accurate representation of our bedroom when it’s my morning to...

This week he has been brought to howling tears by many and varied injustices. There was the fact that I would not go under the house to...

Gusto refusing to participate in a dramatic re-enactment of the sleeping arrangements at our house. Honestly, never work with cats. It’s...

Helpfully, May Blossom and Pipsqueak look like twins born four years apart, so I can illustrate this post with a picture of my own child...

My computer, like my children, has sleep issues: it would not go to sleep, preferring to stay awake until it had completely run down its...

Our little boy was born ten days ago. Sorry it’s taken me so long to put him down and write a post to announce it. But if you smelled his...

Whenever May Blossom wakes up these days, the first thing she says is, in a very irritated tone of voice: ‘I didn’t want to go to sleep.’...

But, weirdly enough, it was one of the loveliest nights I can remember. Partly because nights in general, in my opinion, are for sleeping...

Today nearly slipped by without a blog. Today was hard. Physically I feel like crap right now and trying to be funny feels forced. So...

I think we all feel like this today. Because of the wonders of Facebook, I know, for certain, that everyone else in the civilised world...

Lunch out with a tiny nun always helps. I haven’t been feeling very good lately. It’s nothing that the birth of NB won’t fix (or possibly...

Um, no. I haven’t got a good reason. I was just off, you know, living my life and trying to keep warm. Oh, and GROWING A HUMAN, too,...

Here’s a blurry picture of the creature to be known henceforth as NB. Those are the initials of its in utero name, but could equally...

That sort of casual attitude is exactly how I did NOT approach breastfeeding. I approached it with a delightful cocktail of fear,...

Here’s the first in a new occasional series in which I will ask myself questions and then reply. I’ll be my own agony aunt. Today’s...

May Blossom loves to play. Anything that involves chasing, shrieking and creating mayhem gets her seal of approval. Yesterday she and her...

In the down column: 1. My 102-year-old grandmother suffered a small stroke. 2. The fate of our missing family cat, Tigercat, was...

I bought the tickets a few months ago on a whim, because H loves Bonnie Prince Billy, who is a grumpy-looking, balding, blond bearded...

Wearing my new spectacles: They make me look like Colin Firth in A Single Man. The ladies are going to swoon. Watching May Blossom’s...

We’ve all been a bit in the weeds this week, but we’re sorting ourselves out. I have been inspired by my 102-year-old grandmother, who...