The fog

Not Phileas Fogg, or London smog which can often be romanticised as fog, or the misty fog that is in Wuthering Heights. But the mind fog. In a meltdown the other day which I tastefully had during a walk in the snow blizzard, you have to give me props for my style whilst having said … Continue reading The fog

Letting go of all the crap, so I’ve got space for you

I was going to write a post about how frustrated I have been about life not going to plan...ever...any more...because we are now parents. I have lost my patience too many times in the last few days; "why won't she sleep/eat/stop crying/stop flailing {esp when being changed)/persist with trying to hold the phone and then … Continue reading Letting go of all the crap, so I’ve got space for you