A little over a week ago, I attended Blog Summit, along with just over a hundred other bloggers. Just over a hundred people, in a room, being amazingly confident, and chatty, and inspiring, and awesome. Plus me. That was how I felt; goodness knows how I ever came to the decision to register for a ticket in the first place, such is my fear of huge groups of people I… Continue reading
Category Archives: The (Dummy) Mummy
Angelina Jolie has written an honest and powerful article for the New York Times, revealing that she has undergone a bilateral mastectomy to reduce her risks of succumbing to breast cancer, the disease that she lost her mother to. Her story is not only highly emotive, but one that is very familiar to me.
In 2004, my mum’s sister was diagnosed with breast cancer… Continue reading
The trouble with holidays in the UK is the weather. It is, quite frankly, pants.
I’ve never been a morning person. I have been a life-long fan of sleep and staying in bed. As a child, while friends would rise at dawn, I could happily snooze the entire morning away. As a grown-up (allegedly), add in boozy nights, long working days, on-call shifts, and getting up time would very often coincide with Countdown.
My children have not inherited my love for lying in. The… Continue reading
Little Pea is almost ten months old. He is just like most other ten month olds, he is crawling, babbling (well, shouting), picking stuff up and throwing it (at me), eating in his own messy way, and generally becoming a sociable, playful little person.
Just after Christmas, Pea cut his first teeth. Since then, more and more have emerged, some more dramatically than others – two appeared during the… Continue reading
My poor blog, I barely seem to get chance to post anything these days. Mainly because I am knackered. My knackeredness has been made worse the last couple of weeks due to Little Pea enduring an ear and throat infection, bronchiolitis, and cutting three new teeth, all timed beautifully to coincide with my return to work. Nights of constant feeding, of stripping vomit-covered nightclothes off Pea and myself, and of… Continue reading
Saturday night saw the most harrowing event happen in the Edspire house. This tragedy has hit me really hard, harder than I feel it ought, and I’m left now with a sense of guilt overhanging the grief I am feeling for Matilda Mae.
I never met her, I never met her mum or dad or her older brother and sister. I followed Jennie’s blog, particularly just after… Continue reading