SomeBody Take Me To Amsterdam…

If the world wasn’t such a darn big place I would invite you over, set up the card table  I don’t own and invite  you to partake in a game of Mrs Beeton over a  cup of char  and a nice slice of Madeira… While we dwelled on ponderers like Where should silks be dried?…

My head gets in a terrible fuddle in January. My inner perfectionist whispers "Yes but shouldn’t January be a month of fresh starts and clean slates and brand new knickers?" My Mum says "Alison it’s January baby, thats all. It’ll all be over soon". And the rest of me pouts like a badly done to…

Saturday is a pale blue day. I slip my feet into shoes that rub heart shaped blisters into my toes and decide that suffering for the sake of loveliness is very definitely worth it when there is a pair of twinkly flip flops involved. I walk into town (and beg you not to under-estimate the…

Don’t tell anyone but Finley and I are skiving today… In a morning of bliss my delicious little boy slept in till nine 0’clock and I jumped out of bed to find that we were an hour late for school . Send me to the home for very bad mothers right  now. I deserve a…

Dear Finn, I meant to write this yesterday, the day you turned five, but somehow the words got lost in piles of wrapping paper and gloopy tears on the first day at the Big School gate. How on earth did you get to be five? I think you should know that I am not old…