How tragic losses left a legacy which paved the way to our new home

Owning our own home was a distant pipe dream when we found out we were expecting a baby. Living on the high-rent south coast and shelling out more than £40,000 in rent since early 2013, saving for a deposit was going to be a ten to fifteen-year ordeal, if we were lucky. Our rent-sapping situation…

Why pumpkin success comes back to haunt me on Halloween

When it comes to pumpkin carving and I, the phrase ‘peaking too soon’ hits the nail on the head. I was as good at art at school as Albie is at standing up currently without falling on the floor with a dramatic thud. But education failed to uncover my niche, instead trying to hone my…

Making national news and finally cracking sleep after 11 months

Everyday life is pretty hectic at the moment – and that has impacted on how much I’ve been able to write recently. But even then, a lot has been achieved in blog terms. My last post leapt to the defence of pregnancy and parenthood company Bounty after it received a bit of a battering in…

A golfing tribute to Gramp – and introducing the next generation

Despite his best efforts to introduce himself to us extremely early, Albie never made it to meet his great-Gramp. It was around the 31-week mark when I made the two-and-a-half-hour journey back to Swindon for my Gramp’s funeral. It was a risk, given just three weeks earlier we had been warned to expect Albie’s arrival…

Ten things which change when you become a parent

We’ve heard of a few people recently who have just celebrated new arrivals, or are soon to enter the world of parenting. It got me thinking – what’s changed since we became parents? What pearls of wisdom can I impart? Here’s my take on what you can expect when you’re expecting…and ‘birth day’ arrives: Space…

Leaving my family – and the heatwave – behind

I was bored enough of the heat nearly a month ago when I arrived back from a week in Ibiza, only to be disgusted to find temperatures were pretty much identical to the sweatbox island I’d escaped. A poor attempt at a downpour on Friday cooled my skin as effectively as I imagine those little…