Nine New Year’s Resolutions for Single Parents With No Money

New Year’s Resolutions are a funny thing.  For a start, surely it’s better to turn over a new leaf at a time of year when you are not literally etching the days onto a bleak wall like a prisoner waiting to be released, eking out a cold and miserable existence until the crocuses raise their…

The Utter Trauma of Taking the Tree Down

Apparently, the Queen leaves her Christmas tree up until February. And I know this because I recently binge watched three royal-themed documentaries back to back on Channel 5.  Why watch The Crown on Netflix when you can have the real deal on Freeview complete with soundbites from a couple of the Daily Mail’s finest royal…

#SingleMumCooks:The Easiest Dessert in the World

Anybody else still slowly eating their way through huge mountains of Christmas chocolate, cheese and other festive ingredients that don’t get a look in the rest of the year (chestnut pureé, anyone?) No?  Everyone else on a diet of kale, chia seeds and self-hatred?  Oh well, perhaps this recipe isn’t for you. The funny thing…

Ten Ways to Survive Twixtmas

It was the day before Twixtmas, and all through the house….. Oh hang on, the day before Twixtmas is Christmas Day, and precisely nobody-except, I imagine, those who are profoundly lonely or whose family are a shower of b******s-spends Christmas Day ruminating on the joys of the next day.  After all, we’re all too busy…

Let The Christmas Panic Commence

It is 5.58am on Christmas Eve and I am awake.  Since I have no other reason to be so at this time, I can only conclude that the Christmas Panic is setting in.  The cold, clammy fear that the roast potatoes won’t be crispy enough, the vegetarian centrepiece won’t be showy enough, and the alcohol…

A Little “Me” Time

As Piglet grows older, I find myself with more time to spare.  Now that he is more interactive and easier to feed, placate and transport, all of a sudden he is less of a burden to those who would babysit, and my time-my “me” time, so to speak, at least when I am not at…

The Chair: Part 2

I recently wrote about my abject feminist outrage when a chair I had purchased was delivered, only for the delivery man to comment that as he couldn’t get it up the stairs, I would need my “husband” to take the legs off for me. I was understandably outraged, but the chair remained lying on its…

How To Shop, Christmas-Style

Before you read on, I should probably emphasise that the placement of that comma in the title is deliberate, lest you think this is going to be a piece about where to find the most blisteringly ironic Christmas jumpers on the high street or how to, in the words of Home and Garden magazine, “bring…

How to Carve a Halloween Pumpkin in Four Easy Steps

I know, I KNOW!  I’m back with one of those annoying “how to” posts.  You know, the ones I said I’d never do.  And this time, I’m Halloweening it up big time, and I figured that as today, at the ripe old age of 37 (never get tired of saying that.  I can definitely no…

Why I Won’t Be Jumping on the Blogging Bandwagon

Blogging is dead, they said.  The long form, the written word, it’s dead and buried.  It’s not coming back.  It’s all about video now, they said.  It’s all about the YouTube channel where you connect directly with your audience.  That’s where the money is, and the fame, and the opportunities. I ignored them. I may…