I feel sorry for what I’m about to write. This is a post about organic food. Or rather, how to make better food choices based on where your food comes from. It’s a strictly useful, informative and dare I say somewhat boring post. But I’ll take one for the team and do it for the …
I had been looking forward to this for weeks. It’s a chilly, misty London morning and I’m walking along a quaint narrow road tucked away in the heart of Chelsea. Finally, there it is: the pale yellow house with the cutest white front door, as if in a Lewis Carroll book. She opens the door. …
I have a confession to make. I’m an addict. I try to be logic, sensible, grown up about it, but I can’t help myself. I’m addicted to recipe books. The titles pile up high on the table next to the sofa (reading in progress); they peer out like mushrooms in between the walls and the furniture …
When you’re going through hell, just keep going. I’m quite sure dear Sir Winston Churchill wasn’t thinking of HIIT when he said this, but that’s just because he wasn’t terribly familiar with thrusters, burpees and rowing machines. I was delighted when I got the invite from the lovely ladies at Active In Style to take …
Picture this. Everything is under control. *all laugh* Deadlines nailed, supper is ready in the freezer and you fit perfectly into your favourite skinnies after 2 weeks of diligent intermittent fasting. The kids don’t have runny noses, tonsillitis, blisters or broken hearts because so-and-so is being mean again. Their (spotless) uniforms are at-a-ready for …
I dread New Year resolutions. I would have used the word hate but apparently that’s a “bad” word , or so all the kids’ teachers seem to agree. Since I’m permanently scared that my digital footprint will endure and to prevent future offspring’s trauma (not future offspring, future trauma – just to be crystal clear), this …
This title could just as easily have been “How To Not Completely Lose It Over Mince Pies” or “Ways To Navigate Xmas without Becoming A Big, Fat, Energy Depleted Troll”. I’m Team Christmas. Totally, 100% in. The OTT lights up before Halloween, old men in white beards who are not child molesters, unnecessary gift wrapping …
Mummy, what is a pre-Christmas Christmas present? Does that mean not getting presents for Christmas? And so it begins. Every trip to Tesco’s since before Halloween is a loud, red, bad milk chocolate covered reminder that Christmas is just around the corner. Who am I fooling? I love that buzz of anticipation, OTT lights, November …
You get that this is a metaphor, right? Apologies to disappoint, but if you were lured to this page hoping for a hot low down on spooning techniques (!) , it ain’t gonna happen. For the record, I did share a single bed with Carly for the duration of this photoshoot though (that’s some solid …
This woman. Her Spacemasks. This genius invention will make you drift away to outer space relaxation. When the heat starts to build up around your eyelids it’s like a team of elves with magical brooms are sweeping away your worries. Sleep fairyland, poooof…. Not that I need it or anything. What, you haven’t heard of Spacemasks? You’re …
