Journalists BLASTED by Angry Mummy Blogger

As some of you may know, I was recently the subject of several articles on parenting websites, which were published and shared without my knowledge or consent, in which photographs of my son and I appeared, and which quoted considerable sections of this blog post, which I wrote on the topic of extended breastfeeding.  The…

#DaysoutwithPiglet: Speedway GP

Long, long ago, when Piglet was little more than a twinkle in my eye, or more accurately a sample in a jar, I imagined that my future progeny would be very much like me, the Blue Ivy to my Beyoncé, looking fierce next to me in a co-ordinated outfit.  The truth was somewhat different.  Naive…

What I Have Learned About Home Improvements #1, Wood Oil is Terrifying

When it comes to home improvements, DIY, homemaking, decorating, even gardening, I am the first to admit that I am a novice.  I have zero experience in the field, but I am learning.  Very gradually, I am learning. I have now been in my new house for seven months.  I set myself a target of…

First Cinema Trip: “No More Mummy”

I am not a keen cinema-goer.  The last time I attended any sort of cinema was on a school trip around eighteen months ago, and the time before that I cannot even remember, but I suspect that it was to see Marley and Me, a tale of schmaltz starring an improbably youthful-looking Jennifer Aniston and…

So you’re thinking about being a single mother by choice….

Recently, I have been asked what advice I have to give to those embarking on the journey of becoming a single mother by choice.  It’s always difficult to impart pearls of wisdom to other people, who may well be in completely different circumstances to your own, but here are a few little snippets I wish…

Win tickets for Cardiff Speedway 2017

Piglet has many interests that I do not share.  Jumping off the side of the sofa with a primal yell as he lunges at Mummy with all the energy of a WWE wrestler in full flight is one of them.  Car transporters is another.  And buses, and racing cars and…well everything with wheels really.  Which…

Trying not to be bitter, but failing miserably

Another year rolls around.  Another year that I have not yet won a blogging award. Totally unreasonable, I know. And in its wake come the Poor Me posts.  The wails of the parent blogging community.  Why not me?  Why not me?  The posts that pretend they don’t care about blog awards, that they’re all a…

Choosing a Primary School

Piglet is a summer baby. Apparently this means he is statistically at an academic disadvantage, but coming from one who started primary school several weeks behind the Autumn-born children, and who spent the earliest part of my (still continuing) years in education seething with rage that they were on the higher level reading books thanks…

When There Are No Words, There Are Always Dancing Penguins

It is 8.20pm, and Piglet is not asleep. Instead, he is breastfeeding.  We have returned home from a day out which ended with a two hour nap (for Piglet, not me), eaten dinner and watched the end of Happy Feet. Happy Feet is a nice story, although I am disappointed that the portion I watch…

The Joy of Lazy Days

Half term.  That frenzied time when you have one week to catch up on all those little jobs; the niggling bits of life admin that have a tendency to creep up on you until they make up a to-do list longer than your arm.  Yet it’s also that one week when you have all the…