It was 1982. Two time travellers lay in their beds, pressing the buttons on their velvet upholstered headboards, imagining that it was the year 2000 and we were flying around in our rockets. Back then I don’t think my sister and I could even begin to imagine where technology would take us. A decade on and I had my very first regular babysitting job. Every Friday and Saturday night, I would have uninterrupted access to unlimited games of Tetris on my next door neighbour’s Super Nintendo Entertainment System (or SNES as it was known). I became good at it, incredibly good at it, so goodRead More →

I love to shop. If shopping were a sport, I’d be in the category of ‘Elite Athlete’ such is my commitment to it. As a poor student, living in the wonderful city of Sheffield, I became the first known sufferer of the ailment known as ‘Shopper’s foot’ (yes – a 13-hour shopping marathon at Meadowhall will do that to a person). When my boys came along, one of the most exciting aspects of preparing for their arrival (aside from them doing the in utero conga late into the night) was the shopping. I remember being 8 months’ pregnant with #1 son and lovingly ironing everyRead More →

It’s all coming back to me. The cold sweats, the catastrophising (Have I done enough? Have I done too much? Will I remember all this? What should I have for breakfast?), the blind panic and the overwhelming feeling of impending doom. Fortunately for me, I’ll be at work tomorrow but my 14 year old (aka #1 son – ranking relates solely to birth order) will be sitting an exam. He’s staying cool and has just trotted off to bed after today’s seventh bowl of cereal. He’s been revising steadily after some ‘motivational chats’ from his father and me; I’m fairly sure there’s not much elseRead More →