One of the best things about my job (apart from meeting cool families) is discovering new parts of London. One Tree Hill Park is named after an oak tree that Queen Elizabeth I sat under one time in the 1600s. It's literally half an hour walk from my door and I never knew it existed until last week.Read More
You know when you step into someone's home and it feels like you're in an Elle Decoration spread but instead of feeling weird you feel welcomed? Then you meet the owners and they look like a family from a magazine too, but they're warm and sweet and totally in love? YEAH ME NEITHER UNTIL THIS WEEKEND. Meet Tosin, Seun and little Eli-Rae, who, despite desperately needing a nap, turned on the charm for my visit. They don't call him a prince for nothing!Read More
You can fit a lot into a day when it starts at 4:45 am. And when the temperature is anywhere above 6 degrees, that day probably involves the park. So, after tomato-sauce covered eggs, two episodes of Paw Patrol, another viewing of Stickman, 15 coffees and some curtain-twirling, we set off.
Having a toddler turns even the most basic activities into adventures - in wonderful and horrible ways. So a short stroll around the local park = epic three-hour journey involving a horror house with a front yard full of headless dolls, some upside-down hanging, stick-investigating, log-balancing and duck-communicating. Plus a whole bunch of tears, tantrums and falling on our faces. And that's just the morning.
Then someone says to me on Monday, "what did you get up to on the weekend?", and I'm all like, "ahh nothing much".Read More