I am today giving you an intimate glimpse of my world. As a a blogger who writes about family life, that may seem like a strange claim to make, but I am inviting you to explore my garden shed.
Tucked away in our garage is a Graco travel cot. It’s one we used frequently when Helen was a baby. Seven years later, we still use it from time to time when we loan it to family and friends. That said, we have friends who are expecting children so we’ll definitely be keeping it as
Picture the scene. It’s a grey, murky day. You have a seven-year-old child to entertain and your sister, who isn’t overly familiar with London, is making a rare visit to the UK from her home in the United States.
On the run up to the summer holidays, I was very aware that our diet had become very unimaginative. Mrs Adams and I would eat the same dishes in rotation, as would the kids.
Greggs and I have a little history. Allow me to explain. Earlier this year we ripped out our old kitchen and had a new one installed. With nowhere to prepare breakfast, I decided it might make sense to take the children to Greggs each morning. This was the only café I knew of that was
