“Eres la puta madre!”

“Eres la puta madre!”

When I first found out I was having a girl, I cried. Partly because I had always imagined, assumed (I have a powerful imagination), that I would have three boys. With names like Micky, Danny, Conor (a home-made Irish gang as my boyfriend pointed out). They would be...
Babies on boats

Babies on boats

If you´re planning a seven hour car journey with your newborn baby, I have some tips. Don´t pack the baby. Or better yet, cancel the trip. We recently returned from England to Spain by car, and via Northern Ireland, clocking up what felt like 300 hours of drive time....
Throw Caution to the wind

Throw Caution to the wind

  “Hey mum the school bus has just driven up. Please can you send me some Bitcoin for lunch? Also I forgot to pack my hoverboard could you drone it to me later?”. This is the future conversation with my daughter that I imagine. When I am assuming my parental...
Plasti-City

Plasti-City

“I´m going to cut plastic out of my life”, I told James, feeling the inner peace that comes from steely resolution and stoic determination. – “How are you going to brush your teeth?”. Oh. “Or use bin bags, toilet rolls or milk?”. Hmm. That lovely feeling was...