Sunday, 31 July 2011

Silent Sunday (31st July)

One picture. No words. My week.

Silent Sunday

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Silent Sunday (24th July)

One picture. No words. (A fair amount of coughing)

Silent Sunday

Thursday, 21 July 2011

Me and Carla Bruni

Me and Carla Bruni...there's a sentence I never thought I'd say.

Me and Carla Bruni. There's a double page spread I never thought I'd see.

But I did.

Me and Carla Bruni. Two photos that I never dreamed I would see side by side. I can only hope that people choose to focus on her bump, or at least my child and her assortment of soft toys.

Me and Carla Bruni. We actually have something in common.

It is true that I have never been a supermodel. Nor am I the First Lady of France. I do not mix with the rich and famous (unless Timmy Mallett counts). I do not lead a jet set lifestyle.

But I DO know what it's like to have a baby at 43.

It's the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm sure that Carla will feel exactly the same.

(...oh, and the other thing about me and Carla Bruni? Who'd've thought that mine would be the name that appears in bold?!)

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Silent Sunday (17th July)

Silent Sunday

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

The Mathematics of Chocolate


Example 1

small child + PMT = chocolate

Example 2

good/bad news +/- celebration/commiseration = chocolate


1 x small glass rosé ÷ 1 pathetically lightweight drinker + 1 small child sleep-talking at 3am x (door bell spontaneously going off at 4.22am) - sleep x √ noisiest seagull in UK outside my (London-ie-nowhere-near-the-sea) window at 5.15am = oversleeping + nursery drop off = very late = stress = chocolate

Sunday, 10 July 2011

Silent Sunday

One picture. No words. My week

Silent Sunday

Friday, 8 July 2011

The Ten Great Mysteries of The Universe (in no particular order)

Things I would dearly love to know the answer to...

1) Why does it always rain when I wear flip flops?

2) Where are all the tea spoons?

3) Are they living in a secret commune with all the odd socks?

4) Why does my child wake up at the crack of dawn only on weekends?

5) Why is it always 'the wrong kind of snow'?

6) If celery is so good for you, why does it taste so bad?

7) Where is our ironing board kept? (We do have an ironing board right?)

8) Where did I put my keys?

9) Why did my darling daughter feel the need to wake me at 3am to sing Happy Birthday to me (my birthday is in March)?

10) Why do people buy yellow cars?

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Cybermummy (Part 2) - The One With No Names

Ah yes - the fact that there was a part one might logically lead one to expect a part two.

It is a little late, granted, but I lay the blame squarely at the feet of a stinking cold, the effort required to resist an overwhelming desire to remove my sinuses with a blunt instrument and a criminal lack of Galaxy. Still...

For me Cybermummy went a little like this:

Me - Hi, I'm Cari
Blogger - (looking blank) - er, OK, I'm Sarah
Me - (equally mystified) - Um, hello Sarah... (catches sight of Twitter name
on badge and realises we have been in constant contact for the last year
OHHHH - you're really Mostly Yummy? Why on earth didn't you say so?

Sarah, Susan and Cari...aka @MostlyYummy @susankmann and @cazroz

Actually I offer the above scenario only by way of example, because Mostly Yummy (and yes - even after a whole day together I'm still not quite used to calling her Sarah) was the first person I recognised across the crowded room.

But having known people only by their blog/Twitter names for what feels like forever and a day, matching them up to real names and faces felt very strange indeed.

I was clearly not alone - there was an awful lot of staring surreptitiously at the bosom level badges to try and join the dots. So top marks to Sian with her @mummytips necklace on clear display. Something tells me that there may just be a few more rather like it at Cybermummy12.