A plague is upon our house. Put a black cross above the door, board up the windows and turn away all callers; the humble cough has entered. It arrived with my husband. It briefly visited our son. And then it struck me down. On Christmas day. There’s only the dog who’s remained free from the … More In sickness and in health
Rather humblingly, excitingly and incredibly proudly, The Cuckoo Mama has been nominated in the 2018 UK Blog Awards or #UKBA2018 as the cool kids are calling it! Having only begun my blog in May, this year, I have been utterly overwhelmed with the response, support and relative success I’ve had. It’s been a cathartic, fun … More UK Blog Awards 2018: A vote for lil ole ME?
“I’m the fun extractor, twisted fun extractor hey hey hey You’re the two year old, my cheeky two year old hey hey hey” Hi there, my name is mummy and I can, pretty much, take all the fun out of every situation. I have therefore decided that, henceforth, I shall be referred to as ‘The … More Make the whoopee mummy
I think Dante was about right; the path to paradise really does begin in hell, or at least the path to achieving a fully aligned, in date order photo book definitely starts in purgatory. Now I’m not entirely sure what’s wrong with me when it comes to these, somewhat testing, books. I like to think … More Ergo this book shall be!
This weekend we hit the road and headed off to a 50th birthday party. Yes, you read it correctly. 50th birthday party. Hmmm, how on earth did I get to the stage whereby I’m now celebrating half centuries of folks wot I know? I’m going to be quick to point out here that the 50 … More Crocodiles and chorizo
My home is akin to a war zone. It is completely and utterly covered, from top to bottom, in debris from whatever nuclear fallout exploded above us. Everywhere I look is covered with mayhem, the fragments of a former life peeking through patiently, waiting to be rediscovered and restored to former glory. Well that ain’t … More Zero Dark Thirty-Something
Well it’s the bank holiday! Hurrah! Three whole days of family time, sunshine and, for us, a stripper… Oh yes! We’re doing what any self-respecting bank holiday Brit does on these long weekends and, yes, you guessed it, decorating. That’s what they’re officially for right? I’m not entirely sure whose idea it was. I’m not … More “There are some things that time cannot mend” (DIY part 1)