This weekend I read the news that the Radio 1 Top 40 music chart show could be due to change from a Sunday to Friday. ‘What?!’ I thought, and then I thought again. When when was the last time I actually listened? Ten years ago? Twenty? I realised it’s less about the music, and more…
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We’re on a boat
Read more(Collaborative post) When I was younger, we used to spend most of our summer holidays camping in France. My parents were major Francophiles, and we would have the six weeks of the summer to drive around all over the place. It was brilliant fun. We’d get to explore new places, speak like a Tricolour book and argue…
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Five things for the weekend
Read more1) This week, while my busy schedule of snack fetching and endless rounds of the Shopping List game clearly meant I didn’t go to LFW – probably a good thing; clothes covered in a light frosting of baby sick are so not this season – I had fun, as always, looking at the street style shots of what people were…
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A question
Read more“Mummy, where do dragons come from?” Eliza asked the other day, two minutes into a four hour car journey back to London. Caught off-guard, I paused. “Erm…now that’s a good question.” It’s fair to say we have reached this – fairly inevitable – toddler stage, the age of the question. Eliza now casts a question…
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What’s in my bag? The baby edit
Read moreWhat’s in your bag, and how has it changed since having children? To celebrate the launch of the new M&S Baby section on the Marks & Spencer website, I was asked to divulge all my handbag secrets. So here we go…
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Win: a Skip Hop baby bag with M&S Baby
Read moreTo celebrate the recent launch of M&S Baby – the new dedicated baby section on the Marks & Spencer website – I’m giving away a Skip Hop baby bag, worth £65. It’s a Deluxe Special Edition of the Skip Hop diaper bag, in a seriously stylish french stripe. It’s a bag that doesn’t scream ‘change bag’…
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How one breast pad can ruin your entire day
Read moreOne evening this week Alex made a shock discovery that sent a chill down my spine and left ice deep in the pit of my stomach. “The washing machine appears to have broken.” I nearly dropped the sleeping baby. What..? How could this have happened? What were we going to do?
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