I just quit my Job! The Potato is Back.

I just quit my Job! The Potato is Back.

I just quit my job! Irresponsible or awesome? Quite possibly the former. Right now however, it is feeling pretty darn awesome! My poor, patient employer. I fannied around for two weeks playing with the idea of giving in my notice as though it were a hot potato....
Homeless Run!

Homeless Run!

“Where would you go if you were homeless tonight?” It was 23.10 on Monday night in Barcelona. The drumming sound of rain on our terrace and the strange rattling as the wind ripped our awning nearly drowned out my question. Hoping I wouldn´t wake our 8-month-old...
Oh to Moro, to Moro..

Oh to Moro, to Moro..

I have been meaning to do this for so long and write seriously for a change! “The days are slow, and the years are fast”. Basically, time is galloping by and I don’t want to forget all the wonderful precious baby memories that we may never get again! I will write what...
Brillo Pad Babies

Brillo Pad Babies

“I´m absolutely terrified”. I was over 9 months pregnant, waddling through a muddy field in Somerset with my boyfriend´s mum. “It will all be over soon”, she said reassuringly, “it´s not long now”.  “-Oh I don´t care about the birth. It´s the 20 years after that!” She...
Baby on Board (And the car´s a mess!)

Baby on Board (And the car´s a mess!)

Sorry for the silence everyone (I occupy a fantasy land inhabited by populations of my avid fans, whose days are empty when I forget to blog, and who roam around crushingly disappointed until a new update pops into their inbox). (There are many other writers in this...
“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...