High Heels: Aren’t We Good Enough As We Are?

I am five feet one inches tall. On a good day. On a day when I am stretching and standing on the tippiest of tippy toes, like we all used to in primary school when trying to prove we were taller than a similarly-sized friend and therefore obviously much more mature, serious and commanding of…

The Egg Wars-a little tale of one-upmanship and parenting judgement

Dinosaurs. Come on, admit it, we all love them. Our children wear clothes emblazoned with them, and carry around little plastic ones that they use to hit each other with.  They stand in front of the television and demand to watch endless repeats of Andy’s Dinosaur Adventures on CBeebies.  They collect them in cereal packets,…