Carry me home

There are many kinds of mother you can be.  Tiger mother, Alpha, Helicopter.  I’ve never really seen myself as any of them, and certainly tried to avoid a few.  If I had to classify my parenting style, I’d say that I carried stuff.  To give it a festive flavour, if this were a nativity, I’d be the donkey. 

Enough now? Me Too. Surely we can now see the back of the Harvey Weinsteins

Harvey Weinstein's Hollywood

The most surprising thing about the Harvey Weinstein story this week is that anyone was surprised. Powerful man turns out to be a predatory sleazebag is nothing new: Trump’s locker room and the criminal records of most of my childhood celebrities is testament to that. Well it was the 70s, the 80s, the 90s, a … Continue reading Enough now? Me Too. Surely we can now see the back of the Harvey Weinsteins

Won’t someone think of the children – the election orphans.

My son’s first reaction on hearing there was going to be an election was “You don’t like elections do you Mum? You never win” And it’s true.  He’s only 8 and the past 2 years have seen an obscenely swift succession of disappointing results. The day after the Brexit result we had a family outing … Continue reading Won’t someone think of the children – the election orphans.