Day one of weaning Edible Baby, and the score’s 1-0, in EB’s favour. I had intended to begin weaning her a week ago, on her four month birthday, until sourcing her must have first food proved such a challenge. Continue reading
I haven’t blogged in nine days, mostly because I’m feeling sad. Which, in turn, makes me mad. Angry that something as stupid as a house sale, that almost but didn’t quite happen, could so radically affect my mood. Continue reading
Canine disaster struck this afternoon, at just after four o’clock. It was a lazy sort of afternoon, all cuddly toys, cups of tea, and Disney DVDs. Which is perhaps why my guard was down. Continue reading
Several interesting conversations recently on how the proposed UK doctors’ strike will actually work. Chief amongst these being, for me, what happens to non-striking doctors who are employed by striking doctors. Continue reading
Having returned from the Diamond Jubilee river pageant soaked to the bone, and so cold that we could no longer feel our toes, it will be a miracle if Jet Lag Dad and I escape with nothing more than a cold. Continue reading
I know what I’m looking for. And yet try as I might, I couldn’t see a thing, and Tantruming Toddler still had an itchy bottom. Continue reading
According to the newspapers, pretty much every doctor in the UK voted to strike, yesterday. We are all, apparently, going to withhold our services for one day in June. It isn’t true, of course, or at least not for many of us. Continue reading
Earlier this month, I carelessly claimed to love this over-heated weather. But that was before enduring ten hour days in the hellish hothouse that is my consulting room. Barely resisting the impulse to run gasping for the door. Continue reading
I am not musical at all, having only made it as far as grade one classical guitar. Still, it felt like a compliment of sorts when one of my patients told me I type like I’m playing the piano. Continue reading
Just a few days ago I was stressing about whether I might be pregnant. Which was a tad neurotic, even for me. After all, Edible Baby is still, more or less, totally breastfed, and it was only once that we failed to use contraception. Continue reading
