It’s not been the best of weeks chez Battling. Sending our youngest off to school has been a trial. A week of unsettled tears from our 5yo hasn’t helped and at this point everything feels terribly raw, our emotions bubbling
Toy Story Syndrome – A Modern Affliction
As I attempted to tidy the 4yo’s room earlier I realised that I was suffering from a modern phenomenon – Toy Story Syndrome (insert dramatic music here).
Knowing me, knowing you….
Sometimes you need a little time before you can write about something. Time to decipher the emotions, space to let things be long enough to see a clear path. Last week, when my youngest child started school, I really didn’t
John Cusack is my new BFF…
A million years ago, as a young teenager, I was convinced that if only I could somehow engineer a meeting with Andrew McCarthy he would instantly realise that our love was reciprocal and whisk me away to be the Andie
Not In My Back Yard…
Nimbyism is a great thing isn’t it? Here in dear old middle England we positively excel at it: “We’re drowning in rubbish, we need a new landfill site…” “WHAT?! Not in my back yard…!!” “There’s a housing crisis, we’re looking
Ears burning? That’ll be the head lice….
*Update* It’s now 2018 and this is still one of my most well-read posts. That being the case, the older and wiser me is going to share some wisdom. Ditch the lotion and get yourself a long and close-toothed metal
Fishy Pie
I’ve been away for a week, on the rather gorgeous and pretty remote Isle of Raasay (Western Isles, Scotland for any geographobes out there). Obviously I’ve returned with a camera full of images and a head full of thoughts but
I never did learn to….
More years ago than I care to remember I was seized by the impulse to buy a pair of roller boots. Inline skates were just emerging as the new big thing, but I wasn’t impressed – I wanted something more
28 again….
As you get older the whole concept of a birthday changes. As I lay pretending to be asleep in my bed this morning I could hear the excited whispers of little people covering the bed with cards and presents, negotiating
Pareto and other loosely held economic beliefs….
Ok, so bear with me here. My A level economics result was lamentable at best, but I did take the odd thing from it. I was always drawn to Pareto’s principle – that roughly 80% of effects come from 20%