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Back to blonde
Since my last post, I haven’t featured in any more Dove ads. There have been no makeup artists, no lighting crew, no runners, no more cabs taking me to huge houses in South London, no one insisting I have coffee, … Continue reading
Happy Mother’s Day, y’all
I hope your day is really lovely with no shouting and quite a lot of Chanel No. 5. Here’s my contribution: http://youtu.be/PuNBduVqX4Y Its a little bit AWESOME
Devon again. It’s kind of a Thing.
It is Easter! Here is Ned modelling his plain but effective Easter Bonnet, looking kind of pensive in his wolf onesie, but nailing it. He OWNED that makeshift cardboard red carpet: Easter has also come to mean a week away … Continue reading
Dirty Baby
The Baby is eating solid food and it kills me. I hate it. I hate the dumb pureeing and the bits that fall onto the floor and having to remember to take it in small containers where ever you go … Continue reading
Ice Balls
Ah, Stats, you shame me. What, no one is checking in to see me write the exact same thing about my children, post after post after post? CONFUSED FACE. Why, doncha wanna know that their bedroom smells of wee and … Continue reading
Penelope Wears It Well
London. I Love You Yesterday it was an INSET day, tacked on the the end of a mostly good, not-overly-shouty half term holiday, and so we spent our last day getting liberally SHOWERED with both otherworldly Springish sunshine and Spanish … Continue reading
Daily Humiliations: Add the Dog
So, here is Magic, about a year on: Relatively handsome, leonine-like, a noble beast, a bit foxy. He and I walk up to school twice a day, past the same kids and families and commuters. And he does annoying things … Continue reading
Hair Situation
First, the bad news. I am moulting like a sorry dog. I would have said ‘I am moulting like poor Kate Middleton’ but her Hair Of Supernaturalness seems to have recovered from her hormonal lank-and-falling-out blip and it is Back. … Continue reading
Sad Story About Falling Over
Hello all. I am not going to talk about the baby, except to say that it became apparent to me at about 11:55pm last night after the work party and the associated prosecco/brandy/bitters/exploding sugar lump cocktails (?) malarky that the … Continue reading
Babies Need A Passport, Doncha Know
I went to Paris yesterday, with Mark, and B and G, in order to eat macaroons and buy patisserie and search out some cheese and eat lunch at Georges, the beautiful restaurant at the very top of the Pompidou Center. … Continue reading