I’ve never been one for a beauty regime but turning 31 last year brought with it a deep sense of foreboding, new wrinkles, and an insatiable need to moisturise. I’ve also woken up to the idea that my eyelids – such as they are – won’t stay in this condition forever, so it’s time I
I can only apologise for the hideously inconsiderate way in which I’ve carried on about my business this past fortnight without posting so much as a sausage – or even a witty remark about a sausage. It’s been a bit of a funny one in that I was away the weekend before Easter for
Easter is nearly upon us, which means that the year is speeding by so quickly I could vomit. It also means Sam is growing up at a terrifying rate. I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m 32 this year, but I don’t remember ever coming out with half of the absurdly grown up statements
It’s April. Where in the name of holy balls did that come from? The clocks have gone forward and I’m looking back at the past 7-10 days wondering where the time has gone, and how I can get it to slow down. As it’s been nine days of ups, downs and in-betweens since my
