But Mummy, I am almost definitely a boy called Aiden.

When I was seven, my Mum left my Dad and took us all to Ibiza for an extended holiday. You can’t blame her – my Dad was a scout leader so poor Mum had dealt with jamboree and damp tents in random fields for 17 years by that point. A…

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…So we sat in the house and massacred innocent civilians.

It was a quiet day in Playmobil-land. Children raced go-karts, while mothers kept a loving eye on little ones, cosied up in their prams. A friendly policeman chatted with a child, while in the background, small dogs and cats playfully chased one another. Who'd have thought, on an ordinary day,…

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Too wet to go out, too cold to play ball….

It’s been a busy old week. I had a book deadline, plus a former client snark up (technical term) my websites. So I've been typing like mad, trying to rescue my website and attempting to disentangle myself from the client relationship with dignity intact and no bodies in the basement.…

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Flea’s first school report: the highlights

Flea has now finished her first year at pre-school, and her teacher dropped off her file today. This includes a regular school report. Apparently, Flea is a “lovely little girl who is polite and sensible at all times”. But the file also includes dozens of Flea’s drawings together with lots…

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No, I don’t want to give my child a ‘head start’, thanks.

When we moved to Lancashire, Flea and I signed up to a variety of activity groups, hoping to meet some other Mums and kids. On one level it was a resounding success – we met some great Mums at swimming, and I knew I’d get along with the local vicar…

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