Mummy myths & little white lies: is honesty always the best policy?

“Is that where Grandpa sleeps, Mummy?” (*Rose points at Grandma’s bed while ‘helping’ me sort washing out earlier this week*) “No sweetheart he doesn’t live here anymore, remember?” “Oh. Is he still poorly?” (She knew he was living in a care home because he was unwell) “No, he isn’t poorly anymore, poppet” “Oh. Is he…

Thank you, Rose: A letter to my firstborn child

My darling Posey, I adore you. You are most certainly one of the loves of my life, one of my all time favourite people. As an added bonus to being brave, clever and beautiful, you are totally hilarious. Today I warned that you shouldn’t eat the duck’s bread because it was old and mouldy and…

Life is for livingĀ 

I lost my Grandpa this week. When I say that I lost him, unfortunately I don’t mean that he wandered off in Tesco, I mean that he died. We aren’t sure what from yet, but we do know he was ready to go.  I hope when my time comes, I’m ready too. I like to…