As you may have guessed from my last post, I am starting to feel old. No matter how long I spend in front of the mirror pulling them out, the grey hairs continue to multiply. No matter how long I spend pouting into the phone when taking a selfie (usually a matter of nanoseconds. I…
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Now I Am Old
So, as Carrie Bradshaw would say, I got to thinking…..that now I am old I think a little differently to before. In fact, perhaps mentioning Carrie Bradshaw at all makes me old, since it is now eleven years since Sex and the City ended. So here goes….. Now I am old………. 1.) I am flattered,…
Today’s post, coming to you from the “Land of No Fathers.”
I think I should just cut my losses and rename this blog “My Life on Public Transport.” After all, it seems like that’s all I have to write about. This week, I have been lucky enough to be helped by no less than two bus drivers to lift a folded buggy into the luggage rack…
Ten Reasons Why I Might Be a Failed Blogger
So at the weekend I went to Mumsnet Blogfest. I am planning to write about this at some point, but for now, let’s just say I am having a slight problem with the photography. This is just one reason why I am failing at blogging (and life, but I wrote about that here). No, I am…
Am I Failing at Life?
As I write this, I am sat in my brother’s old bedroom, which I now share with Piglet, in my mother’s house. My brother’s snowboard is still in the corner and there is a promotional flyer on the wall for a club in Ibiza which I suspect he has never been to. I am 35…
I Am Miranda, and My Mother is Magda
I know, I know, I haven’t written on here in like, TEN DAYS, and I am, like, RUBS at this blogging malarkey, but the thing is, nothing has happened. Well, OK, work has happened, and Piglet catching conjunctivitis has happened. And Piglet spreading his conjunctivitis to Granny, so that Granny wakes up every morning with…
Why we should never go to cafes
1.) Because my mother is always three steps away from swooping in and rescuing the baby from my neglectful folly in trying to feed them a strawberry yo-yo for lunch. 2.) Because the words “shhh, we’re in John Lewis. People come here for a bit of civilisation and class,” mean nothing to a 14…
Why my mother is amazing
If I ever won an Oscar (which I will do, one day, even though I have shown zero interest in acting since the age of thirteen, when I was cast in a production of Oliver Twist and forced to sing a brief but excruciating solo, consisting purely of the words “ripe, strawberries ripe” and my…
Why Being a Single Parent is Actually Fine
I am fine. I am totally, totally fine. Now, I realise that by saying that I sound like I am actually not fine, and am merely trying to convince myself of it, and that I am probably sitting in a rapidly cooling bath right now with mascara streaming down my face, hugging my knees and cradling…