I was up at half five yesterday morning boiling a white polo shirt in a think soup of coffee grounds. You’re probably wondering why I was behaving in this eccentric fashion. The answer is very simple; it’s that time of year when my eldest child needs a costume for her Christmas play and a brown
I’m a big believer in routine. Now that I have to take a child to school each weekday morning, my belief in routine is stronger than ever. If we don’t stick to the plan, we’re late. It’s that simple. Today was one of those days when the routine was completely ruined. As per usual, child
Like many children across the UK, my daughter will be starting school any day now and so has left nursery ready to make the leap into reception class. She’d been going to this nursery for three years and so knew all the staff and had made a number of friends. Bizarrely, the experience
