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Oh I was going to launch into a blow-by-blow account of a certain humiliation today, but have decided against it. Why reveal my failures to the world? I may wait until I find it funny. Which may never happen. Actually, … Continue reading →

Last week, I had a hair cut. My lovely indiscreet gay Irish former-ballet dancing stylist with teeny tiny hands and a very smooth forehead confirmed that indeed I do have a patch of grey hair at the top of my … Continue reading →

It is surely time for a roundup of some Devastatingly Interesting Things. The baby can fit into a Bumbo. Here is this morning’s evidence. From that, we can take that Ned is very handsome, and he has a strong neck, … Continue reading →

It occurred to me on the weekend in a moment of flashback that Custard – platinum blonde, fluffy, pale, and ancient-looking –  is a spooky spitting image of a man who used to come into Titirangi New World when I … Continue reading →

First up, best I spit my exciting news out. I have a Mulberry Alexa. Yes. And now it has sold out again. I am so zeitgeist, it hurts. One day, when iPhoto actually works, you will see my Alexa, and … Continue reading →

Yes today I locked myself out of the flat for the third time in two weeks. We had a long, tiresome walk back from school with a broken pushchair  – the aluminium frame snapped last night and so it has … Continue reading →

I am done parenting for today. I have done more than enough of it, and it is time for a change of scene. So, in the spirit of abdicating one’s duties, I shall do some other stuff and not feel … Continue reading →

We are in the Isle of Wight having a very lovely holiday in a properly British seaside kind of way – it is a bit cold, there is quite a bit of shingle, ice cream, donkeys, sausages and chips – … Continue reading →

And here is the undeniable photographic proof. Custard’s 2nd birthday cake: Hot cross buns: Easter Egg nests: Proud? Oh yeah. Smug? A little. Getting fatter? Yup. Here is a photo of Custard, Barnaby and Noah overdosing on bad Cadbury’s eggs. … Continue reading →

It is Friday, there has been GBK burgers eaten, the couch is very welcoming, and I am drinking a little bit of Charlotte’s sauvignon blanc from Wednesday night when she came for a very dull dinner of sausages. Mark is … Continue reading →