Mouse, Moo & Me Too
Clever you, you’ve landed on my page, wherein lies some stellar writing peppered with a soupçon of comedy and rather a lot of social awkwardness and misguided good intentions. I hope you enjoy reading about me and my brood, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like!
In the past fortnight, Moo has gone from zero to hero on the weaning front. I was steadfastly counting up to 183 days, but a slightly unnerving trip to the GP about reflux and weight gain (or lack thereof) saw me throw caution to the wind and give her a bit of soggy...read more
Yo bros! It’s time for #Chucklemums again, fresh off the back of a Bank Holiday Weekend. Summer is basically over too so we’re all feeling a bit delicate and in need of cheering up. Are you the same? Read on! The lol game was strong last week, and we...read more
I haven’t lived in Sussex for 13 years, but it will forever be my home. The one place where I feel a deep-rooted safety and belonging right in my gut. I grew up with seagulls and salt-flecked breezes pervading my senses, where miles and miles of beach sit...read more
“She’s never six months old!! Is she? Is she really?! Where HAS that time GONE?” I’ll tell you exactly where it’s gone. It’s gone on sicky clothes and multiple night feeds. It’s gone on cold cups of tea and the witching hour....read more
Mouse cannot be trusted to keep a secret. She can’t even be trusted to keep a NON-secret. She’s exceptionally inquisitive (read: a nosy little sod) and about as subtle as a belly dancer at Mardi Gras. Nothing gives her greater joy than stumbling across me or my...read more