In my introductory post I mused about whether who I am or what I am should come first. Five years or so ago I would never have thought this would be a dilemma. Don’t get me wrong, I have always wanted to have kiddies – I remember tipsily saying so to a senior director over dinner (one of those fancy ones where you’re still hungry after five courses). What I didn’t realise is just how all-consuming it is. Continue reading
Colouring Books And Bandwagons
Last week was a chaotic mix of fun, fisticuffs and just enough wine to keep me sane! Mr. British Maple and I managed to enjoy a cheeky date night and I jumped on the latest bandwagon of big people’s colouring books.
I try to avoid bandwagons, but at some point their pull is just too strong (I tend to catch the tail end and cling on to the latest ‘coolness’ for as long as is socially acceptable).
Eavesdropping And coffee!
This is a totally impromptu posting so apologies for its rambling nature! I am currently sat in my favourite coffee spot* which is usually a serene, calming place with the sounds of Yiruma** gently humming in the background. Today is no different apart from the obnoxiously opinionated couple sat right next to me!
They piqued my interest when he (let’s call him Bernard) compared his relationship to toothpaste! She (let’s name her Moira) then shot him down with an unnecessary profanity and I was hooked!
Everyone Knows These Mums
I tend to do most of my thinking during my daily, arduous walks up and down Yonge Street* (trying to coax my minions to sleep). It is a great opportunity to wander around, people-watching (pushing a stroller is like owning a licence to behave like a zombie and stare aimlessly at people without causing offence!). Being a self-confessed reassurance-seeker, my eye tends to be pulled towards other parents and frequently, I find myself slotting other mamas into my own little categories.
New Year Intentions
I always find it strange how we rely so heavily on the resetting effect that the arrival of a new year has. I use it as an excuse not to make changes in December and always vow to make amends for my bad habits and misdemeanours come January.
This year is no different! In 2015 I shouted more than any other year of my life, the only books I read were in 50 shades of grey and red wine once again became a firm friend more days than not.
Introductions
Welcome to The British Maple!
I’ve thought long and hard about this first post, and indeed the entire purpose of The British Maple.
I have also assumed that every new blogger has the same apprehension. With this in mind, I decided to take the plunge and bank on the kindness of my friends (who will, undoubtedly, be my only audience for quite some time!).
Now to the introductions…do I start with who I am or what I am? I’m always quick to label my existence as a stay at home mum foremost, with any other titles, characteristics or attributes flagging behind in importance.
The British Maple 