Keeping it Clean

Keeping it Clean

My mum is coming over for lunch. Consequently I am armed with kitchen roll and anti bacterial spray and I am cleaning every light switch in sight. One is never too old to feel the disapproval emanating from a beloved relative. My mum hates a dirty light switch. I...
OMG! I Sound Just Like My Mother!

OMG! I Sound Just Like My Mother!

My younger son and I were talking politics around the dishwasher. Things got quite animated and he began gesticulating with a dirty fork. “Stop that now!” I began. “I know, I know,” he replied, “Pickle fork!” ‘Pickle fork’ has become short hand in our...
For Better Sleep, Better Sleep with a Friend

For Better Sleep, Better Sleep with a Friend

“I think I’m going to write about platonic co-sleeping,” I said to my husband before I sat down in front of the pc. “Platonic co-sleeping? You mean marriage? Ba-dum-tsh!” I rolled my eyes in a wifely way. “No, I’m going to write about sharing a bed with Libby.” “Oh,...
Mum’s the Word

Mum’s the Word

I am a mother. Every day has been Christmas Day for me since I had my two boys. Who knew I could love anything more than I love butter icing and The Two Ronnies? My children are the most wonderful gifts and I shall always be grateful for having a functioning womb...
Hanging on the Telephone

Hanging on the Telephone

My heart is racing; my mouth is dry. I feel nauseous and dizzy. I stand still while the world around me falls away, paralysed with fear. I have mislaid my phone. Panic is setting in and my mind is rapidly replaying my recent movements. Me entering the post office, me...
Christmas? Thriftmas!

Christmas? Thriftmas!

I have run out of sellotape. The universe is clearly signalling me to stop shopping for Christmas presents and I am happy to do so. The truth is, I’d largely finished my Christmas shopping by the beginning of November. My friends gasp when I tell them this. They...