Hi, I’m Steph. In 2013 I became what they call a ‘parent’ and it’s been downhill ever since. I had no idea what I was doing and I admit that is still the case. Despite my parenting failings we went on to provide a sibling for the precious first born and that was our second ill informed […]Read More
A selection of my best posts that have been selected as blogs of the day or put on the front page of Mumsnet Bloggers Network and Netmums. The true horror of soft play Soft Play: The Satanic Cesspit of Despair Winner of the June 2016 BISS (Because I said so) for Good to Know magazine. The […]Read More
Here is a selection of my best poetry posts from over the last couple of years. Beholden was commended in the Mother’s Milk Books writing prize. A poem about sometimes taking our children for granted : Beholden Saying goodbye to my ‘breeding’ years : Farewell my baby years What I think when I see a fellow parent […]Read More
Writing History I am regularly featured as blog of the day on Netmums and have been lucky enough to grace the Mumsnet front page and been blog of the day on many occasions. Freelance writing for Good to Know magazine. Winner of June 2016 BISS linky with The Slow Clap My poetry was commended in the 2015 […]Read More
I love to escape into the scripted reality world of ‘Made in Chelsea’, watching young, nubile, supermodel types supping champagne whilst I shove fistfuls of space…Read more »
About six months ago or more I bought a Peppa Pig cup cake pack from T’co-op. I saw it, in between the cheese aisle and the…Read more »
It is a truth universally acknowledged that when your child finally sleeps the sort of hours you have dreamed about for years, you won’t sleep a…Read more »
I know that today the bullies matter. I know that right now you can’t see anything else. I know that you think that all you are…Read more »
You could never have met anyone on this planet more desperate, more excited and more suited to be a grandparent than my mother.
She had me, her perfect…Read more »
Today (October 3rd 2016) my three year old son walked up to me in the kitchen and shattered my heart. “Mummy” I heard. The word I…Read more »
This morning I trundled my large arse off to play group with my youngest son. I only fully woke up about five minutes in when he…Read more »
See also “Why I’m a shit blogger”.
I love writing – but blogging – I’m not very good. I can’t play the game.
I don’t schedule posts.
I don’t…Read more »