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Postcard from… Walthamstow Village

The eagle-eyed amongst you may have spotted that I omitted my Saturday Postcard last weekend. Since I was up u…

Postcard from… is my series of Saturday mini-posts. Today’s postcard is from a bird hide in Totten…

Writing about restaurants is not something I really do, mainly because with a two year old, I rarely venture a…

Gel food colouring has infinitely improved my confidence making icing. After the problems I’d ha…

This blog post marks the first in my new series of Saturday mini-posts which will be called “Postcards f…

…the decade when I became a wife, a home owner and a mother. I hadn’t planned on posting until nex…

Hellp Syndrome is a complication of pre-eclampsia. My son was born at 27 weeks’ gestation. This is my pe…

This is pathetically short and ill-composed post considering how excited I am about this. So much has happene…

Anyone following me on Twitter will be sick to death of hearing this. I have had no broadband since I g…

You know that feeling you get after having taken some exams and you get home and don’t know what to do w…

Five years ago I bemused my colleagues with news of a trip I’d taken to Stoke on Trent. I had spent a h…

The Big Lunch is one day away Things are hotting up today. Having scattered various trays of cupcakes around…