There is a certain sense of self that seems to get a bit lost once your first name becomes “Mummy” (seriously, even the train station dude called me that the other day).
I love fashion, but how to avoid builder’s bum in my cute jeans at the playground? I’ve always been partial to a good party, but hangover with a toddler should be considered a weapon of war. Travelling is a longstanding passion, but even going for an overnight stay at “nana and grandpa” seems to require industrial levels of packing.
And blogging. I used to love blogging. So here we are again
Hello and welcome!