No More For Me?

I made a big decision over the last year, one that took Bear a bit by surprise but after a lot of conversations he’s been wonderfully supportive. I decided that I will never again be pregnant*.

It's Not Easy Being Green

The words I always expected to write across my door frame, of my super-eco-super-sustainable-super-self-sufficient-self-build you understand, was “It’s not easy being green” perhaps with a sexy muppet frog face for fun. I was at least aware that so much of green living took awhile to get the hang of and would take some effort, but…

The Down Side of Effective Anti-Depressants

After a hard, long day, something struck me: caring is hard. That’s not to say that it’s not natural and hugely important to care for those around you, but it can be supremely taxing on your mental, and physical, well-being. That’s why we find the news so difficult sometimes, the constant posts about the world…

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

For the third time in a decade I left for the hairdressers with elastic bands dividing my hair into pigtails, and before even receiving (an incredibly comfortable) wash and head massage I had them roughly chopped off. I now sit remarkably lighter with two pigtails in a bag which will soon be sent off to…

Into the flames

Staring into the flames is how I seem to be picturing my engagement with the news, social media, and a large part of the world about now. The events of 2016 are spilling into this new year and fear seems to be prominent in thoughts of the future. Even those who are seeking to encourage…

New Parenthood Bites

I’ve just finished lunch. Today I had a could-have-been frittata/omelette with cubed potato, chopped bacon, slithers of cabbage, a touch of garlic, and two organic eggs. This was topped with a drizzle of salsa and a graceful blob of goats cheese. I added a beautiful glass of sparkling elderflower and strawberry. Why am I telling…

Two Months Old

My daughter is almost 2 months old and I still feel like I have forgotten what I’m meant to be doing. Somehow last time I felt more prepared, and to be honest I probably was, despite Cub being my first. I had read the books, readied the spaces, felt somewhat ready. This time round I…

Book Flood

Book Flood takes its name after the Icelandic tradition of Jólabókaflóð (The book flood of Christmas). In Iceland books are given as gifts on Christmas Eve and then everyone spends the night reading. Doesn’t all that giving and reading just sound beautiful? Imagine if you could get just a little piece of that generosity and…

Mystery Plums & Real Junk Food

Today I had my first taster of an experimental jam I threw together the night before last. The satsumas/clementines that my eldest would normally decimate in just a few days had sat virtually untouched and we had lost a couple to either drying out or going mouldy. I decided to rescue them rather than feel…

PND: Moved by Carrie Fisher

I desperately do not want to be one of those writers who uses the name of someone in order to gain readers, but I have actually been so impacted by what I have learnt about this incredible woman, Carrie Fisher, to not mention her would be keeping far too much credit for myself.