After our last disastrously long wait at the hospital, both the Rock Star and I arrived at the hospital with something to do this morning.
It’s a hideous autumn day here; alternating cold rain with bursts of sunshine, leading the unsuspecting out into...
Sorry I have been absentee. Most of my time has been devoted to trying not to throw up while coughing and I was simply SWAMPED.
So, Candy Begging Day is upon us once again. The UK hasn’t quite caught up with the US hysteria that surrounds the annual...
Since we have already somewhat touched upon the subject of pregnancy rage, I will simply begin with this thought in mind and leave it up to you, dear reader, to imagine what I may or may not be feeling at this moment.
The Rock Star has been working...
When we bought our flat nearly 3 years ago, we were kind of in a hurry.
Carrying the Prawn, I was roughly the size of a military grade pontoon and no longer able to squeeze into the minuscule shower aboard Galileo without seriously soaking the whole...
Okay. I get it really. I own a two year old.
The Prawn is definitely a personality. When asked, “What does zombie say?” she cheerfully shouts, “BRAINS!” She does a very funny impression of a rhinoceros with curry bum. (From her book “Who’s On the...
