Things to do in Devon when you’re 4

This weekend, Flea and I were in Devon, testing out the family-friendly credentials of The Elmfield, a restored Victorian guest-house in the seaside town of Ilfracombe. We’ve had a tremendous three days with glorious sunshine and have come home with sand in our shoes, a touch of sunburn and lots… View Post

And now for the headlines…

This whole ‘going to school’ thing is new for both of us. Since I split from The Father three years ago, it’s been me and Flea. I’ve worked part-time since she was born, and we’ve always spent loads of time together. So suddenly not knowing what she’s doing between 8.30am… View Post

Big School: the verdict

Months of planning, years of budgeting, agonising about which school, trying to find that one, secret shop in the WHOLE world that sells knee-length grey school socks… yes, Flea has started big school. When I picked her up this afternoon, I was keen to basically have my child validate my… View Post

Things I could have bought instead of school uniform

This Thursday, Flea will join the reception class at her school. Being an organised, professional sort of Mummy, obviously I chose today (Tuesday) to go and buy her school uniform. Fortunately, Flea attended the pre-school already, so she can re-use some kit from last year, but she needed some new… View Post

I’m in my Happy Place.

By the time you read this, I will be gone. Oh yes, I’m writing this post in advance and by now I’m on hols. Maybe I’m on a beach somewhere making sandcastles. Or perhaps experiencing the special joy that is eating in a motorway service station. Who knows? I hope… View Post