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…

What happened next.. (Reinventing the wheel)

Seven months ago, I wrote my first blog (here) about how hard it was to go back to work after my daughter came into the world and the identity crisis that came with that failure to pick up where I left off as a ‘successful’ (in inverted commas because success has since been redefined) career…

On reinventing the wheel…

First of all I have to admit to this being my FIRST EVER blog. And I’ve come to the realisation recently that the reason I haven’t got stuck in sooner is that I hate not knowing how a story ends. Since I was a kid I’ve always skipped to the end of books before I…