Hair donation for Little Princess Trust
A couple of years ago I decided I wanted to give back a little. I had a few difficult years and I was so very touched to see how people – even people I didn’t know – would offer to help. Not with massive gestures just with day to day acts of kindness. So now things are easier, I felt I had to do something to give back. However small it was and as often as I could.
One of the little things I decided to do is to donate blood. I had a life long dislike for needles which has prevented me to donate blood. Now during my pregnancy I had to give so much blood I realise how silly I was. Some nurses were amazing to find the right vein some left me with severe bruising but I’d be honest, after 9 months I cared little the discomfort. So I donate my blood. Continue reading
As I am looking at my 5 years old taking a bite out his well deserved blueberry muffin after his swimming class, I contemplate how much has happened in this past 5 years. There are thousands of books telling you how to be a parent but let’s be honest… they teach you the theory but you have to find your own way. Each child, each parent is different. Continue reading
(French version of this post published 10/08/12). So here I am, I really thought I knew how to travel with Ryanair… I was wrong! There is always something. I mean… it really goes on my nerves : there are so many boxes to tick or un-tick when you make a booking; they always end up to charge me for something I don’t need. My last (unpleasant) adventure? A trip to the South of France with my one year old son. This time will I outdo them? Continue reading
It is Thursday night. I am tired, I had a long day at work. I hurry to pick up my son from the play center, I am late. Push scooter on one shoulder and laptop bag on the other. I’m being told off for being late ” I thought you’ll never come” .
I smile and tenderly kiss his cheek, telling him that I would never leave him all alone at the play center, and telling him how sorry I am to be late. Continue reading
The Sanctuary, Sherrif centre
Nestled in an Anglican church in the heart of West Hampstead is one of those places full of character that I love.
Today it ‘s cold and windy. My son is full of life (as always) and I have to find a place where he can have fun without his poor mum slowly turning into a snowman – ok I’m slightly exaggerating , but I feel more like a marshmallow hot chocolate whilst reading Grazia than running outside in the mud 😉