More foreign languages please, we’re British
I’m feeling a bit frustrated. No, frustrated isn’t really the word, more annoyed.
I’m feeling a bit frustrated. No, frustrated isn’t really the word, more annoyed.
I am beginning to wonder if I need to redefine second child syndrome. I’ve always thought of the second child as the one who follows in the shadow of their older sibling. Mum and dad can’t remember how much they weighed when they were born, they wear hand me downs and there are only two
With every day that passes, I find myself despairing at the news headlines. Following the fall of Harvey Weinstein, there seems to be an ever-increasing number of men being outed for their inappropriate behavior.
This is one of those: “How would you have handled this?” blog posts. It involves some rough play in a park, some bad language (which I shan’t repeat) and me, intervening to stop things getting out of hand.
Just the other day, I set myself a question to answer: What was scarier, a bunch of schoolchildren or the rainforest? I was going into my daughters’ school to talk about my experiences in the rainforest.