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Continue reading →: Do you even know what a junior doctor is?
I didn’t, and my own sister is one. Every doctor in the UK who doesn’t hold the title of consultant or fully qualified GP is a junior doctor. In other words: the person who took over the difficult delivery of your baby, the person who treated your child in A&E,…
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Continue reading →: My baby’s growing up… and I’m glad
It seems like it was only yesterday that the only words she could say were “Mama,” “Dada,” and “Peppa.” Now it’s all “I got bits!” and “Stop singing, Mummy!” My tiny person who thinks and farts is now a significantly less tiny person, who laughs and calls them “poopytoots”. She…
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Continue reading →: WTF, dog owners of east Berkshire?
A month or so ago I noticed that my three-year-old Converse trainers were looking a little worse for wear. By which I mean they had crossed, like many an elderly pair of shoe (or indeed person) over the line of general infirmity and were now disheveled, smelly husks of what…
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Continue reading →: The end of a [cramped, often sweaty but cool, though, right?] era
“Fun to be seen driving” are the words used by TopGear to describe the VW Beetle. Having driven one for the best part of two and a half years, I would add that indeed, it is possibly more fun to be seen driving a Beetle than it is in fact…
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Continue reading →: Two Legs Good, Four Legs Better
It’s been a very, very long time since I wrote on this blog. Mainly because most of my pre-Christmas moments of L-free time were spent wrapping every present in sight (with the inevitable result being that all the sellotape on all the name tags failed by Christmas day and we…
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Continue reading →: Toddler TV: Bedtime Ally or Root of All Evil?
To be honest, I never paid much attention to how much TV my baby watched, mainly because she never paid much attention to watching TV. Around the time she started pulling herself up on the TV cabinet and staring wide-eyed at Ant and Dec’s mild innuendos (ok, I’m a Celeb…






