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

Fucking immigrants.

This is not the LOL festival the letter to Flop was. It's an expression of the powerlessness and exasperation I feel in the face of UK immigration law which in this instance didn't allow me to have my partner with me while my Dad was dying. That’s right, move over Flop, Theresa May has ruined my … Continue reading Fucking immigrants.

An Open Letter to Flop

Dear Flop, Despite the firm assurance of a Cambodian fortune teller that, as of March 2016, everything in my life was going to be easy, I’ve been having a really hard week. During times of struggle I ought to be more vigilant with the TV schedule, but today I absent-mindedly allowed my daughter to watch … Continue reading An Open Letter to Flop

The Angkor Wat Motherhood Challenge

I went to Angkor Wat yesterday (bear with me). I should imagine going to Angkor Wat features on many bucket lists and I acknowledge my fortune in being able to go there both yesterday and the day before, bringing my lifetime total up to four visits: in bucket list terms, I should be dead already. … Continue reading The Angkor Wat Motherhood Challenge