This past Sunday, the boyf, the bambino, and I braved it and met up with our National Childbirth Trust (NCT) group for the first time since the summer. For those that need the instant recap: Met a bunch of parents-to-be at antenatal class. The mums started meeting up weekly. At first it was fun but […]

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It was quarter to six on Tuesday evening and the bambino had woken up really late from a nap, totally scuppering my promise that day to manage my time more effectively. After weighing up the pros and cons of having to go to the supermarket in the morning, I decided to bite the bullet and […]

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Over the past few days, I’ve finally started to accept that in two weeks time, I shall be joining the great unwashed of London and returning to work. I’ll be bitching about people releasing bodily functions in my vicinity, spending a fortune in Pret a Manger once again, and having to listen to that […]

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