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…

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…

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…

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…