The Magic of Motherhood.

 We were in the car driving through Windermere yesterday when Flea suddenly shouted: "Look Mummy, that lady looks just like you!" I wasn't really paying attention – I was far too excited at just having seen the sign for a real life Lakeland Limited store – so I just murmured,… View Post

The Movie Project

Back in January, I made a New Year’s Resolution. Not to go to the gym or floss more regularly or anything even remotely self-improving. No. My resolution was that in 2009 I would watch 100 movies I’ve never seen before. We’re now just past the halfway mark, and I’m on… View Post

Confessions of a neurotic mother

My name is Sally and I’m a neurotic parent. There, I’ve said it. I torture myself on a daily basis imagining the many ways my child could die or maim herself. Not for fun – I just can’t help it. Flea will be playing happily in her bedroom and I’ll… View Post

No husband? How careless of me.

“Have you thought about your life insurance lately Mrs Whittle?” the bank teller asked me this morning. I've got to be honest: I don't do conversation on Monday mornings. Especially not before 10am. Just give me the cash. I’ve got a decorator waiting to be paid, and I need to… View Post