Okay, I take the blame. After all, I was the one, little more than a week ago, bemoaning the the severe drought currently affecting the UK. Even going so far as to pray to the gods of the small domestic vegetable patch for rain. Continue reading
Just returned from Edible Baby’s appointment with the paediatrician, a jolly woman who gave the impression she had all the time in the world. An impressive trick, given that she was running an hour late, but in end she was well worth the wait. Continue reading
I have married into a family of wheezers and sneezers, so I suppose it was inevitable. But the fact that Tantruming Toddler sounds like an old man, every time he encounters a simple virus, is still pretty lousy. Continue reading
When I was seventeen, and learning to drive a car, my instructor encouraged me to look in the rear mirror. Then, after a while, he felt obliged to point out that I also needed to look forward. Many years later, that strikes me as sound advice for life. Continue reading
For six months we’ve been researching the local nurseries. Trying to decide between the relatively cheap but shabby one run by the Church of England Primary, and the rather sophisticated, but decidedly more expensive montessouri. Continue reading
At seven this morning Jet Lag Dad arrived home from his latest trip abroad just in time to see me fly into a panic. Edible Baby is 13 days old and running a fever, and I’m cursing the fact that this should be happening a day shy of her two week birthday. Continue reading
