Day Six is the story of one of the roughest introductions to motherhood you can imagine. Jen Wight breaks the taboo around mental ill health to honestly recount her experience of developing postpartum psychosis and then severe postnatal depression. She tells the tales of being convinced that she was Cameron Diaz; that she and Obama […]

I have always had the strong sense that my body is mine and no one has the right to make me feel uncomfortable or hurt me in any way. So much so that I was able to clearly ask the creepy man who approached me when I was walking home from school one day, to […]

The Norwegian and I like watching football. It is one of the many ways he is a lucky husband. A woman nagging while the match is on is something he doesn’t have. One of the reasons I enjoy watching football is that I understand the rules and so know why things are happening. It makes for […]

Don’t worry it isn’t what you think. The Boy was having a small tantrum. ‘Don’t want the TV go off.’ ‘But we agreed, you got two Pocoyos and then off.’ ‘Arghhh.’ ‘You’re angry I can see.’ ‘AhhhhHHHHH.’ ‘Do you want to go a calm down in your room?’ ‘AHHHHHHH’ He throws a pillow. It thumps […]

I took The Boy to Nandos for lunch last week. Try not to judge me too much. There is plenty of space between the tables, enough noise to drown out any bullshit and a not-bad children’s menu. They have this colouring in thing – quite good and very clever as they get their brand imprinted […]

Last week, I got caught in a monster downpour. It was a bright sunny July morning. I’d left the house to pick The Boy up from nursery wearing just a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. It is a white t-shirt with a picture of Bruce Lee on it. Birthday present from The Norwegian. It is […]