Parenting a 12 year old is weird. Seriously. It has become painfully apparent over the past six months that the Flea I once knew has disappeared. I used to have a child who thought I was awesome, and had answers to all the problems in the world. Now I have…
View PostFlea lost her iPhone yesterday. At 12 years of age, this is basically the same as being disconnected from life support. What to do? It was the worst of luck. Flea had missed her bus and decided (as you do) to nip into Caffe Nero for a hot chocolate before…
View PostIt happened this weekend. 10pm came around and I found myself on the BA website looking at flights. My feet are itchy and I’m feeling the need to take a trip before Christmas. Maybe a European Christmas market. Perhaps Dublin. Oslo? Just somewhere. Else. This time last year, we booked…
View PostFlea is 12 now and I’m fully aware it’s time to start helping her become more independent. But wow, it isn’t easy. I feel slightly guilty when I tell people that Flea has never taken a bus by herself. But her primary school was 8 miles away, so a bus wasn’t…
View PostIt’s no secret among my friends that I really struggle at this time of year. Some people love the cusp between autumn and winter, and I get it, I do. Fireworks, falling leaves, hot chocolate? Not to mention all the scented candles. There are plenty of lovely things to enjoy.…
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