I am forty one years old. I quite like being this age. I don’t really understand these ageing celebrities who are desperately trying to cling to their youth. I understand they must feel threatened by the prospect of not getting the attention they once used to, but the ones who make themselves look …
Each week I get an email from each of my sons parent class reps to remind all the parents of things that need to be done during the coming week. I cherish these emails because with four kids if I’m not careful things slip through the cracks. Like the ONE …
With forty hundred children and Rob burning the candle at both ends, we don’t often get a friday night to ourselves. That plus the fact that at the end of the week the last thing either of us want to do is anything that doesn’t involve a sofa and TV …
It was Holly’s 11th birthday last week. With four kids I’ve now got the birthday party prep thing pretty sorted, given I seem to always have a child who’s about to have one. The cake however is always my undoing. When we lived in London, I wouldn’t have dreamt of …