My daughter is a linguistic genius. A lyrical gangster. A master wordsmith in the making. Fact.
How do I know?
My daughter is a linguistic genius. A lyrical gangster. A master wordsmith in the making.
Last night I was privileged to witness what could be a historic amount in the fight against world hunger. Being a 'ONE Mum' (a blogger ambassador of the advocacy organisation, ONE), I was invited along to the launch of a new campaign aimed at eradicating this problem from our planet.
With all this talk of snow, it's been making me feel a little Christmassy again. It seemed as if the white stuff was enveloping the rest of the country this past week but although we had some right at the start of the working week, it soon melted away. Not wanting to be left out, Sophia and I sat down together and decided to make our own 'snow' - paper snowflakes!
With the January sales in full swing and the likelihood of new year baby or pregnancy announcements, are you on the hunt for some baby-related bargains?![]() |
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I am useless at spotting celebrities. Even when my husband and I lived in the heart of London and we would be out and about in Covent Garden, Camden, or wherever I couldn't spot a well known face even if it was a few hundred yards in front of me. My most famous 'miss' was John Cleese - I walked right past him and, despite warnings from the husband, failed to notice him at all.