
24 hours in A&E
A patchwork of teatimes drift through my car window, and after-school club stragglers slowly follow their noses home.
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A patchwork of teatimes drift through my car window, and after-school club stragglers slowly follow their noses home.

Motherhood is hard.

Your dad and I were both so in love with cycling around London.

Last month, E turned four.

On the last summer’s day this year, we ride on a steam train, then ascend the cobblestone high street to Haworth Moor.

This maddening heat.

It’s a bit late on in the season to be gushing about the emergence of spring, but some mornings, I still half-expect to wake up to the same withered view outside my window.

I was recently sitting next to a journalist and a subeditor, and half-listening to their conversation.

I’m sure most mothers are convinced their children are overachievers, and I’m no exception.

Last weekend, I realised that sushi has dropped out of my life.