Last night, I attended a seminar (for want of a better word) at Flea's school, where the teachers explained how the children are being taught to read. I was expecting something quite full on – this is a private school and one that has a reputation for "bringing children on"… View Post
At 6.40pm last night, I logged on to Twitter, to see if anything interesting had happened while I was doing the bedtime routine. What struck me was how many of the recent Tweets related to competitions. Scrolling down to see just two hours worth of Tweets, I saw posts to… View Post
This Thursday, Flea will join the reception class at her school. Being an organised, professional sort of Mummy, obviously I chose today (Tuesday) to go and buy her school uniform. Fortunately, Flea attended the pre-school already, so she can re-use some kit from last year, but she needed some new… View Post
Flea’s a late Summer baby. In some ways, this is a good thing – birthday parties will always be cheaper because I don’t have to invite the whole class, for starters. But it also means she’s going to start school in three weeks. Good grief – she hasn’t even turned… View Post
It’s bad news, I’m afraid. I’m raising a freak. An Other Mother told me this recently, and I’m sure she’s right. She has manicured nails, highlighted hair, a cleaner and a husband, and is therefore almost certainly better than me in every way. I’m sure you have your own Other… View Post
