• Life,  Mental Matters

    Perfect Doesn’t Exist

    As some of you may know, I’m 33. From around the age of ‘knee-high to a grasshopper’ I’ve been asked – “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I have dreamt of a hundred different lives from the usual – ballerina, teacher, princess – to the not so usual – travel journalist, interior decor designer, vampire. In fact, it’s an age old question that we ask our own children today and, I don’t know about you but I worry that my kids want to be YouTuber’s or gymnasts (having never taken a class in their life) and even a builder. I mean, it’s already ALL or NOTHING…

  • Parenting

    A Holiday Performance

    Idyllic sandy beaches, swimming pool fun, picture-perfect family slurping up picture-perfect ice creams. The insta-crowds would be proud. Throw in three over-sensitive, tired children and four adults with over-exposed nerves – including the mum with more emotional baggage than the plane allowance allows, and it’s anything but ‘instagrammable’. Welcome to our annual paid-for-by-my-parents holiday to Carvoeiro, Portugal. We’ve recently returned from our 6th trip to this beautiful town as a family and we hit the same frustrations head-on every year. It’s perfect, paradise, home. Yet it’s exhausting, full of irritation and pressure to ‘perform’, to be switched ON constantly. I feel shitty complaining as I sit in my seat of…