Supposedly, Marilyn Monroe said, “Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.” I’m inclined to agree with that. Up to about ten years ago, my shoes were vertiginous, multitudinous and splendorous. Seriously, I used to store most of them at work in a cupboard that was supposed to be dedicated to files (no guesses why my team was the first one … Continue reading Shoes to conquer the world
DD has been going through the rigmarole of senior school entrance tests. Each one tougher, more challenging. The beauty of living in London is all its opportunities. Including going up against the brightest and sharpest 10 and 11-year-olds the city has to offer. DD has two parents who never chose the path of least resistance, so why would she? She seems to be taking all … Continue reading Seeking Success
What’s the greater risk? Letting go of what people think – or letting go of how I feel, what I believe, and who I am? ~ Brené Brown Continue reading The courage to be imperfect
To my daughter, on her tenth birthday Continue reading One decade on…
I am exhausted with a lack of sleep and a surfeit of worry. Four weeks ago, DD got norovirus. It was disgusting, noisy, and plain debilitating. She just about got over that, when two weeks ago, she got croup. Croup! At the age of nearly-ten. We soldiered on through that and the bone-chilling barking cough which accompanies it. She mustered on. Two nights ago, she … Continue reading I am felled…
I struggled with the title. I really couldn’t think of a good one to encapsulate everything I wanted to write about. I’m typing on my phone. Ah, the wonders of modern technology and ubiquitous free WiFi. My husband snores indelicately next to me and DD is sitting on her bed watching The Big Bang theory, also courtesy of free and fast WiFi. We are tuckered … Continue reading 24 December in Brussels
Sorry, folks. I’ve had enough. Every which way I turn, I’m being bombarded with another message or update of some disaster, man-made or otherwise. There are children freezing and starving, waiting to be allowed in to Europe, having left behind everything in the homelands. There are children freezing and starving in the UK, because the current party in power has made the poor, poorer and … Continue reading ‘Tis the season of conflict
Debating man-made holes in the head, otherwise known as ear piercing for the under-age… Continue reading Lend Me Your Ear
Most of you know that my Breton Bestie has been re-patriated to France last week. There was a tearful farewell on four sides (BB’s daughter is DD’s bestie). But the first moment that it really sunk in was when I had to put down an emergency contact a few days later for DD, and automatically put down Breton Bestie’s name. Which I then had to … Continue reading Just as Long as we’re Together
And whaddya know? It IS Friday! I dropped my favourite child off at the Breton Bestie’s house this morning. (Fine, she’s my only child, but let’s not digress). BB has been bribing her with breakfast all week – today it was pancakes. My fluffy American pancakes are just not as good as the bestie’s crepes, probably more so because the supply is going to dry … Continue reading Feels like Friday
Petal & Mortar 