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No matter which way you cut it, the news this week that one of the world’s most famous families is disintegrating is shocking and sad. But for me the most shocking and the saddest part about it right now is the vilification of both Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt and

I can’t remember when I first discovered COOK food. I’ve been a loyal customer of theirs for a long time. What I do remember though, is my reaction to being told about it. It’s a very simple concept, but one that – for me, anyway – is complete genius and

I am more than just a body. Three years into parenting and at thirty-three years old, I am finally able to utter these words without adding silent caveats, such as: “but it would be nice if my thighs were a bit thinner and my legs were a bit longer”. Being

The image of little Omran, the beautiful boy sitting in an ambulance, shell-shocked and changed forever by the battle in Aleppo is burned into my consciousness. As a mummy I can’t help but fight my instinct to look away as it is just too excruciating to be real. It’s hurting

The other day I had a conversation with my mother-in-law that’s had a really profound and liberating effect on me, and I want to share it with you in the hope that it might do the same for you. We were just catching up about the blog and how it’s

A couple of months back I posted a rant on my Facebook page about a run-in I had when out with a friend in Waitrose café. We’d been sharing a proud mum moment while watching our two toddlers play together when an older gentleman (I use the term loosely) came

This time last year, I decided to start a blog because I’d found it flippin’ difficult to get back into a regular routine of exercise after I’d had Xav. I figured if I started writing about how I was working on trying to put myself first a bit more, I’d

My son won’t remember the day the nation voted to leave the EU. No matter how his political mind develops over the years, there will come a time in his life when he starts to understand the magnitude of a decision like this one was. Like everyone did, as his

The trolls have been out in force today, bashing Victoria Beckham for posting a picture of her kissing Harper, her five-year-old on the lips. What a sad day it is when a beautiful picture of a mother shouting to the world about how much she loves her little girl on

Three, it turns out, is not the magic number. On the eve of Xav’s third birthday Mr T and I were pretty smug. We’d got through the not-so-terrible-twos pretty much unscathed and were practically high-fiving ourselves for signing out of the phase that everyone warns you to dread with not