In between watching Game of Thrones, having my hair cut, and building my Beauty Bay wish list, I’m pleased to say I’ve had chance over the weekend to spend some quality time with my favourite (only) nephew and his ma. When I say quality time, I do of course mean time spent catching up
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
It’s been a pretty good start to the year for Sam. He’s returned to school with all the enthusiasm you can expect from an 8-year-old. He’s firing through maths and English like Oscar Pistorius through a bathroom door, and this year he’s going on his first grown-up holiday abroad with his mum and some
Almost everyone I’ve spoken to throughout December has uttered the same phrase traditionally wheeled out when we’re another year older, none the wiser, and it feels like our lives are going by in a flash. “I don’t know where this year’s gone!” Well, thanks to Instagram, we do. The #2018bestnine hashtag and accompanying
I still vividly recall all the things that made Christmas special when I was child sized. Walking into the living room and finding a sack full of gifts is of course a highlight when you’re an eight-year-old and having a mum who went that extra mile every year to bring Christmassy vibes to every
We are now careening towards Christmas at break-neck speed, which means one of several things. On Boxing Day my nephew, Sam, will morph into an eight-year-old. I still vividly remember the day that my sister told me that she was expecting. I was stood in the kitchen of the house I was sharing with
Listening to some of the totally and utterly mad shit that children say is one of the simplest joys in life. I discovered this in 2010 when my nephew, Sam, was born and subsequently started talking. I thought the best way to introduce him would be to share some of the pearls of wisdom
