Those that know me off-screen (that sounds a bit swish!) know that I have, in recent months, developed a noticeable penchant for lipstick. What started out as a desperate attempt to distract from the haggard mum bags I carried under my eyes on really crap days, has slowly developed into a daily habit. Lipstick makes me feel confident but I had to get over the self-consciousness first. Drawing attention to any one part of myself didn’t sit well with me (regardless of how sanguine I come across!) but I am so glad I persevered. Continue reading
It’s what we all do, right? December arrives, the mince pies come out and we are obligated to cram in as many social engagements as is humanly (and financially) possible, attend 83 school activities, buy shedloads of shit to give to others, emotionally bash ourselves for not giving enough to charity, panic at work that anything not put in motion before Christmas won’t happen in the new year and then we:
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Initially this was going to be a profound, thought-provoking piece of undiscovered, literary gold, exploring the emotional impact of making apologies for your child and their idiosyncrasies. And then I thought nah, let’s start with gin. Continue reading
Where do I start?! Consider this the “oh sorry, I totally meant to send that to someone else. But…while I’m here, how have you been?” of posts. (Don’t pretend you’ve never accidentally [on purpose] sent a text to the wrong person in the hope that it’ll start a dialogue from which you can glean a sliver of flirtation/attention/gossip!)
In other words, I don’t really have much fodder to bang out a proper post (actually, I probably do but it been so fooking hot and life has been so fooking dingue that I can barely drink tepid water without sweating). Continue reading
It’s been a while you lovely bunch of bloggettes! How have you all been?! I will break away from my usual mantra and do a self-indulgent update post in the coming weeks (if only to make sense of the bat-shit craziness of life at the moment!) but right now, we need to talk about carrot sticks and other first world things that really piss me off! Continue reading
Ever wondered why kids have no concept of time? Could it be because every time we say things like “with you in two minutes, darling” or “just a second, sweetie” it is a complete and utter lie?! I find myself spouting lies like this on a daily basis (when has ANYTHING ever taken just two minutes?!)
Everyone I speak to these days is running to keep up with life. Continue reading
This is a post I’ve wanted to write for quite some time, so here it is. I usually avoid controversial topics on here because I am rubbish at standing up for myself and my skin is as thick as a Tesco Value tissue. That being said, I consider myself a strong person. I am fiercely independent, [vaguely] intelligent and never satisfied with just watching life.
I am also incredibly proud to be a woman. Continue reading
Given my strapline is ‘Brit mama with Canadian tendencies‘, I felt it was high time to talk about the Great White North again. I may not refer to her much, but Canada is a huge part of who I am. The Lord and the General are both Canadian and I made some of my best friends out there.
Becoming an expat can be a rollercoaster of emotions – scary, exciting, lonely, challenging; but there are some fantastic resources to tap into and the adrenaline of the adventure can carry you a long way. When you return home however, there is very little to help you readjust. The adventure of an ex-expat is equally as turbulent. Continue reading
There are some pretty impressive lifestyle bloggers and Instagrammers out there. I follow several peeps whose lives in little squares look beautiful and amazing. Now, I know full well that they probably have a mahoosive cupboard full of shit and only 30% of their home is actually shown, but I am still in awe of them!
In contrast, here are ten reasons why I will never make it as a lifestyle blogger: Continue reading
I’ve often joked that I have three children because Mr. British Maple is a massive kid (fortunately he can just about feed himself and doesn’t talk about poo constantly either!) He’s always first in the ball pit or down the slide. Whilst others roll their eyes at the thought of soft play, Mr.BM is digging out his loyalty card faster than I can open a bottle of wine.
The Lord and the General love how fun Daddy is and how willing he is to be silly and squeeze himself between padded rollers whilst being chased by a mob of sweaty, demented kids (he usually temporarily adopts at least three per soft play session). They take for granted how lucky they are to have such an involved daddy and I get so many warm and fuzzies from seeing them galavanting around. Continue reading