Tilly was recently 6, this is a big milestone since now she has declared that I cannot decide her ‘way of life’ any longer. I found this out thus: “Tilly time to get in the bath please.” “Mummy you can’t tell me what to do, you can’t decide my way of life.” Right. Here we [...]
Being the youngest child means your mother never writes with such naive wonder about your ‘firsts’ as she did for your big sister. It means your tantrums are never taken quite as seriously as they might if you were first off the blocks. It means you inherit a beaten up scooter and you find pleasure [...]
I love the longer days, I love it when the clocks spring forward, honestly I do. I really do. And back BC (before children) I would wake up in my little damp flat in Clapham and see the sun pouring in through the gaps in the curtain and be full of hope for the day [...]
