Author Archives: theharridan
Posh babies
It turns out that I have posh children, who are very used to lunches at Carluccios and babyccinos and sparkling water and organic food and dancing classes and trips to Greece and private nursery and the odd brunch at Fifteen. … Continue reading
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waffles
Ah, you know those days which are long and filled with the anxiety about getting to school on time/tidying up for the cleaner/paying that annoying old mobile phone bill so that the debt collectors don’t come around to take the … Continue reading
this morning
This morning was too horrible to contemplate. Mark was off to Monaco for a “work trip” – one of those work trips that involve his friends, and a boat show, and some unspecified nighttime entertainment. I was not best pleased, … Continue reading
dilemma #275
I am struggling with something that I am not sure I should be struggling about. It seems a bit pedantic and petty and a bit nerdy, but every time I am at Barnaby’s school, and I see that nice, home … Continue reading
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photo essay like the satorialist (except not about clothes)
It has been a week! A whole week and I have not written anything and I feel removed and lost and neglectful and deep, deep shame. But I am also tired from my new life. My new life of 6:30 … Continue reading
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School
Tomorrow I get up and do not mooch around the kitchen with coffee playing online scrabble with my mother. I will not be slowly slowly getting things moving so that at 10ish we are finally ready to face the World … Continue reading
Leaving Party
Today was Barnaby’s Leaving Party from nursery. A highly anticipated event among all those under 5 years old (at my place, at least), because of the Leaving Party Cake. The Leaving Party Cake was not made by me, because I … Continue reading
Bank Holiday Weekend
In the spirit of spousely togetherness, and in an effort to avoid watching my husband watch bad sci fi, we have become box set viewers. We started with The Wire. This first foray frankly set the bar too high, and … Continue reading
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Not Greece, alas
Sometimes, something your mother said to you suddenly becomes glaringly, sharply, obviously true, and it makes you think your mother knows quite a bit more than you ever thought. One day, my mother said that if you want something from … Continue reading
Things of note
This week, I have been hot, drunk cocktails at Sketch, was nearly run over by a rubbish truck and been thwarted by the tricksy hiding post office but all this is meaningless because TODAY I SAW THE KING! Of Tonga. … Continue reading
The Harridan 