Lessons from my 30s

I am about to start the first day of my last year as a 30-something. So as well as starting a brand new decade, I am also feeling the significance of a huge personal decade coming to an end. Life has changed in those 9 years and that is the understatement of the decade. I…

The End.

Mum died on 15th January 2019. Her death is the most heart-breaking, life-affirming, devastating, relieving, shocking, inevitable, tearful, love-filled experience I have ever had. And I am writing about it not because I want sympathy, or likes or to shock. But because I believe that this is something that as human beings, we need to…

The Mother of All Moves 2.0

Time is a slippery beast. Because somehow, we have been in Switzerland for half a year and I genuinely don’t know how that has happened. But at the same time as it feeling like it was yesterday, I look back to that heady Easter weekend when we arrived with a newborn and toddler and as…

Grey Matter

Having a toddler that could argue that black is white and vice versa (and win) isn’t just annoying. It’s also a little bit true (stay with me). And living in Switzerland is another reminder that even if black is black and white is white, there’s this huge area in between that’s a bit of both.…

Flap Your Wings

This is the week that the England footie boys redefined failure as success. And I LIKE it. Not just because it enables me to frame the last few weeks as successful (*more on this to follow) but because it’s something I honesty, honestly believe in. Becoming responsible for small humans required me to completely redefine…

Magic Carpets

New countries and children have a fantastic ability to make you feel stupid. Because there’s nought quite like the curiosity of a child or a new language, culture, place to remind you just how much you don’t know. So, for someone whose recurring stress dream is sitting in the exam you haven’t revised for (geek,…

The Motherland

Because it was so much fun the first time round, we decided to do our Swiss move all over again. Seriously. What. Were. We. Thinking? This basically involved: Flying back to the UK with ridiculous toddler and now ten-week-old baby In the continuing ‘customs officer v toddler’ saga, said toddler telling customs man that her…

The Mother of All Moves

We moved to Lausanne three weeks ago to the day and here’s what I’ve learnt: Moving country with a 6-week-old baby and a toddler who, for example, refuses to walk and ninja rolls the entire length of the passport control queue on arrival, is quite (ok, a lot) shattering. But at least said toddler didn’t…