Bell’s Palsy Diary: Part 3 of 3

Bell’s Palsy: Day 7 Husband at work, child at Yay’s.  (Child) comes back all sassy, jumps in neighbour’s paddling pool, remembers to get out for a pee (!!!!!) and we both have Skype chat with Uncle Ro while she basks in the murky, fly filled water. Great chat with Ro - filters helped facilitate conversational … Continue reading Bell’s Palsy Diary: Part 3 of 3

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Bell’s Palsy Diary: Part 2 of 3

Bell’s Palsy: Day 3 Landlord’s wife: “Don’t worry about it or it’ll get worse! You’ve got a lovely figure so no one will notice your face." Colleague laughed - I would have. Students laughed - I would have. The karmic kickback of having been a relentlessly piss-taking arsehole throughout my adolescence hitting me square in … Continue reading Bell’s Palsy Diary: Part 2 of 3

Bell’s Palsy Diary: Part 1 of 3

Bell’s Palsy: Zero Hour For 4 days I'd had a numb sensation in my tongue which I’d attributed to being run down (publicly, that is - of course internally I was sure I was dying of head cancer / my tongue was going to be amputated and I would never speak again), along with an … Continue reading Bell’s Palsy Diary: Part 1 of 3

Oh fuck off, Baby Led Weaning

I hope you don’t mind me addressing what is essentially an idea as though you’re a person, but I’ve seen so much of you on Instagram that I feel like I know you. Despite being a concept, you seem to have fallen into the typical social media trap of self-presentation as something much more glamorous, … Continue reading Oh fuck off, Baby Led Weaning

An Open Letter to People with Twat Dads

  Dear People with Twat Dads, I love this photo of me and my husband 6 months ago today, in our tiny courtyard garden during the prosecco and spring rolls post-marriage ceremony reception for about 20 people, which we insanely thought it was a good idea to host in our impossibly small house. There is … Continue reading An Open Letter to People with Twat Dads

Kids and drugs

My unforeseen success with An Open Letter to Flop has totally fucked me over. I've been unable to write anything since and instead I simply read the entire internet. There are a lot of really boring bastards out there. In lieu of actually writing anything new, I'm attempting to get the ball rolling by simply posting this … Continue reading Kids and drugs

Why Baby Group is Shit

It’s possible that baby group was destined to fail to live up to my unrealistically high expectations, which can be best summarised as: Freshers Week. I assumed I’d meet my Best Mum Friend For Life within seconds of walking in and we’d dye our hair some totally mad colour, do six Jaeger Bombs and the … Continue reading Why Baby Group is Shit