Week 5

It's the night before Bertie's 9th birthday, and I can hear drunken singing coming from down the corridor where  his bedroom is- I thought it would be a lovely thing to open a bottle of champagne with my two elder boys, and toast the forthcoming year as a 9 year old. They only had a minute glass full, but already I am questioning how sensible that was. It's rare for me to suddenly feel like a drink, but after a week of half term, I really did feel like several glasses of something.  The book has been going well in...

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Week 4

For a few hours this week, the house was immaculate. An exceedingly rare treat. I'd asked my husband to evacuate with all the children at 7.30 am, so that I could get it sorted in time for a photo shoot. I dream of living in a minimalist, tidy dream house. The reality is that we live in chaos most of the time, and it's a constant battle to tidy up after the demolishing toddlers. Anyway, the photographer and stylist could not have been nicer, and I loved the photographs taken by Emma Lewis. Clearly a genius.  I was first to...

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Week 1

It's been a roller coaster - the book arrived, in the pouring rain, on Monday 20th September, just 19 days ago. It was such  big moment, the van driver brought the first box in to me and I sat crouched in the porch, nervously opening it up and holding, for the first time, my book. As I have self published, there was no way of seeing a proof copy of the book except in email form. I was nervous it might not feel how I wanted it to, but I was so thrilled. I was so happy with it and...

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