For anyone hopefully stumbling across this blog thinking it might have suggestions about how to dress when you’re pregnant, I can only apologise for drawing you here under false pretenses. This post is about precisely the opposite – that is, the fact that I have no idea how to dress when pregnant. I’ll have to […]
Contemporary history is dotted with intellectual and artistic couples who are held up as icons of non-traditional connubiality. While it is perhaps expected that those of age or indeed royalty may sleep in separate rooms (Queen Elizabeth II and the Duke of Edinbugh for instance), the likes of Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera, Jean-Paul Sartre […]
Once a certain a mount of time has elapsed after having a child, a woman may forget the trepidation and nuisance of pregnancy and begin to look upon the prospect of a second child in a glorious nostalgic light. Similarly, those women who have not yet had a child may look upon the prospect with […]
For reasons mentioned in post opsit, I don’t normally go in for the food blog. However, in the name of contributing something practical to the general parental-culinary nexus, here is another kiddy dish. Also, I was surprised by the attention my garlic pasta received so I thought it best to actually stay true to my […]
Daddies, there must be no checking of phones or watches during labour, the midwife leading my antenatal class warned in a thick Swedish accent. Giving birth is extremely hard work and while it may seem boring or slow to you at times, you can be sure that’s not how your partner is experiencing it. I’m […]
Generally I avoid the recipe blog. One, I don’t consider myself an especially gifted cook and therefore passing on dishes seems not only conceited but just odd, and two, it’s not really what I’m about (although I have no idea what I am about, I just know that cooking isn’t really it). Even more so, […]
Any sign of incompetence or a lack of professionalism in others is a major bugbear of mine. Normally a relatively patient person (I hear some of you scoff, but it’s true, I am), when faced with any form of ineptitude, I transform into a kind of repressed succubus who’s searing rage can barely contain itself. […]
