So last night I did Felix's bedtime downstairs whilst Daddy was upstairs with Jambeans. It seemed to work well as after a long cuddle he told me he wanted to go into his bed then settled down like an angel. Babymomma finally had a scream-free bedtime! Fingers crossed I can put the Supernanny costume back in the cupboard...
Since starting Big School Jasmine's tendency to spout made-up words has adopted a somewhat whining, baby tone (as in "ishi soshi oshi nnnye nnnye" all said whilst jutting jaw out, flapping arms up and down or stamping feet somewhat lamely).
Today, on our way back from Highgate Wood I met Ben Wilson, a Barnet artist who turns splats of chewing gum on the pavement into colourful mini masterpieces, and I totally didn't have my phone to prove it!!!
Suburban, middle-class 30-something living in London with dreamy boyfriend, 2 kids and all that. It gets worse, I actually like my life. I'm a left-leaning make of 30-something, so I spit on Chelsea Tractors and pontificate a lot about, well, anything really. All sounds very, erm, comfortable, I know, but I do have large reserves of cynicism, which I see as my saving grace for becoming one of the masses.