My Dearest Rice Cake and Mochi Monster, So you're now 5 and 3 respectively, you can feed and dress yourselves, you can both go to the toilet yourselves (not in public places of course) and you do a really good job brushing your teeth. You still want me to sit by your bed until you … Continue reading Letters to My Daughters: Can You Stay Little for a Little Longer?
It sometimes surprises me that I still run. When I was 10, a teacher 'forced' me into running a 400 metres race, with no training whatsoever. It was also visually obvious that I did not have the physique for running. I loved my food dearly and resembled a barrel. Race day came, I struggled all … Continue reading I’m Still Running…
When Teoh suggested joining the Moonwalk Scotland, I wasn't sure if she was completely serious. I didn't doubt her capability of walking 26.2 miles in the pitch black darkness of night for at least 6-7 hours over the hilly terrain of Edinburgh, but I did question her motive(s). Keen to encourage her sudden interest in … Continue reading Speed-Walking 26.2 Miles
My dearest sister, There's something very special about watching you become a mum. I feel privileged to be physically next to you during these first couple of weeks! At the same time, I wish I could spare you from the pain, the sleepless nights and the uncertainty that comes with motherhood. I know full well … Continue reading Letters to My Sister: Welcome to Motherhood
My Dearest Daughter, I need to let you in on a little secret - I was a bit of a crybaby (still am!) when I was young. I remember crying when your grandfather (who you've not had the opportunity to meet, may he rest in peace) dropped me off in class. During recess, I had … Continue reading Letters to My Daughters: My Thoughts on Your First Day at School
The crappy thing about pushing 40 is that you're liable to FEEL tired just thinking about an activity. This same activity would have you hardly breaking a sweat if you were 10 years younger. I get tired thinking about exercising. I know I should. But I much rather lie here and watch Michael McIntyre on … Continue reading When Did Going Out At Night Become So Tiring?
I turned 38 a couple of days ago and to be completely honest, I was pretty depressed. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that I was nearing 40. FOR-TY. FOUR DECADES. I felt I hadn't quite 'achieved' enough in my 38 years of existence. But when I asked myself what I was expecting … Continue reading Can I pretend it’s not my birthday?
A lot has happened in the past few months...my humble running beginnings have morphed into something wonderful. I realised I actually look forward to some of my runs - and a big part of it is down to a group of runners called the Rotherhithe Runners. Started by two seasoned runners, who happen to be … Continue reading My First Running Group: The Rotherhithe Runners
Anyone who knows me, will immediately know how much I adore my sister. Friends, relatives, ex-boyfriends, my husband, my cleaner, my boss, that random guy who sits diagonally across me at work on Wednesdays - I think his name might be Steve or Steven, I'm not exactly sure. If I'm being completely honest (which I am … Continue reading Sisters Forever
...since we moved into our (unfinished) house. It's been hard yards. Especially in the first couple of weeks when all four of us were living in the loft. There was that first night when we didn't have hot water or central heating - we had to shower the girls in our rented flat (good thing … Continue reading It’s been awhile…