*see what I did there? Recently the Battling On tribe were invited to Millet’s Farm, nr Abingdon, Oxfordshire for the grand opening of their Maize Maze and they were putting on a bit of a ‘do’.
Do have a parenting ‘style’? Does everything have to follow the same regimented rule book or did you throw away the handbooks within the first week and adopt a libertarian attitude? Maybe you’re a new parent, wondering which box to
You know those times when you know something isn’t quite right? You’ve taken advice from someone more qualified, and their way of doing things seems to be working, or half working, but it’s not quite what you expected?
Actually we’re not exactly football mad in this household, the OH is (in a big way), but he’s pretty much on his own in his chosen path. The kids all love a kick around in the garden and 2 of
25th February 2002. The day it all changed. After a torturous labour punctuated with drugs, monitors and laudably fanciful birth plans the Boy Wonder was pulled into this world. I won’t repel you with the tale of the stitch-up job
I’m not known for my domestic abilities. I freely admit to needing help in many areas of which that is just one, and I’m altogether remiss at caring all that much about my lack of ‘The Nigella Gene’. It would
Thank you to Paula for allowing me to use her blog for a bit of a vent. My family read my blog and, whilst I need to rant about this for a while, I’m not sure I want them to
It’s birthday party season again in the Battling On household. Every weekend involves at least one wunderkind attending someone’s party somewhere in the county, and boy have I been clocking up the miles dropping off and picking up. Every party
Those were the exact words that flashed through my mind this weekend when my darling OH, who having offered to make me a sandwich, declared that he didn’t know what to do with a spring onion. Now before any of
3 very cheap water sprays from Tesco, and Hipstamatic on the iPhone….