GBBOTC15 #5: Pitta Sweet Symphony

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Any one else who reads this who has a two year old (or, just, children under about 10, I imagine) won’t be surprised to hear that I often watch the Bake Off on catch up. Continue reading

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Veg patch plans

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As the prospect of ‘the big move’, and living somewhere new, looms, I find myself thinking about the life I want to give Moo. Not on a grand scale, universities, inheritance, any of that stuff, just the kind of day to day life of a toddler I want him to have. We’ve got a new nursery lined up for him to start at in a few months, and I’m really pleased with it, and I’ve been thinking lots about what kind of family home life we’ll have in the new place. Continue reading

GBBOTC #1: Here I go again on my own

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Every so often something happens and it shows you exactly how things are going to go. Maybe you leave home late and step in a large pile of dog poo on your front door step. Perhaps that internet date is just as hot as his profile pic, but he’s got a handshake like a wet fish and opens by offering to show you a picture of his cat. Or maybe you check the weather forecast,see bright sunshine, and as you emerge umbrella-less from the tube in your white linen sundress the heavens open. Continue reading

‘In Need of Modernisation’

When I was a very new Mum, I confess I became rather fond of daytime TV.  Not that I wasn’t already – I work alone in a windowless box with a bank of screens.  ‘Homes Under the Hammer’, ‘Heir Hunters’ and ‘Helicopter Heroes’ (what’s with all the Hs?) often kept me company even before Moo.  But moreso since.  Especially when Moo was properly tiny; not interactive, he just spent most of his time either asleep or feeding – both tough times to engage with him – so I would have the TV on in the background, for company.  At one point I was actually switching on for ‘Wild At Heart’.  Dark days.

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A big day in the moo-niverse

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“Allow it to be hard for you, too”. These were the wise words of one of my lovely mummy friends yesterday, at the prospect of moo’s first day with the childminder today. Actually, I don’t recall if these were her precise words, she probably put it more elegantly than that, but that was the sentiment. And it was the sentiment that hit me this morning as I packed up all his stuff for his first stay at E’s house.

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