I Write For Me: A Metaphor For Life

Some of the eagle-eyed among you might have noticed a slight shift in the ‘tone’ of my posts a few weeks ago. The potty-mouth dried up, I started writing ‘list posts’ and The British Maple started to smell like every other mum blog out there.

Well, I’m back! I lost my way a little bit, but please forgive me. You see, when I started The British Maple, it was a means of sharing my ramblings (and mishaps) with anyone who was willing to listen. Continue reading