Last week, my nine-year-old son came home from the park sporting a huge shiner. Pushed over by another child, he’d let it go (the other boy was younger, the “grown-ups in charge” hadn’t seen) but I was outraged. “If I’d seen that kid,” I blustered, “I’d have…” Done what exactly? Truth is, we’ve all moved a long way from the days when children played in … Continue reading Is it OK to discipline someone else’s child?
Your marriage may be a meeting of minds – but that counts for nothing if you’re not fiscally compatible. Last month, a YouGov survey revealed the biggest root of relationship rows was money. For a whopping 26 per cent of couples it’s the key source of tension – above issues of compatibility, child-rearing or even cheating. These days it’s financial infidelity we seem to fear: … Continue reading Help, my husband and I are financially incompatible
Mum loves a country walk. Her iPad-obsessed offspring are less keen. How would they cope with four days on the trail? The Easter holidays were approaching. After a busy term at school, our children were worn out, wan-faced and slumped over the iPad. “The sun’s shining,” I moaned to their dad. “Why aren’t we out there?” Mat and I love hiking. Well, loved hiking. We’ve … Continue reading 3 kids and 34 miles of travel
The other night, I was roused from sleep, not by an amorous husband, but my six-year-old daughter weeing on me. It wasn’t her fault – she was under the weather – more pertinently, I was in her bed again. Driven from the marital bed by my husband’s snoring – and my own fitful insomnia – I frequently shack up in the spare room, and when … Continue reading Is it time to stop sleeping with your partner?
What is wrong with me? Why am I so excited by the Brangelina split? They don’t seem bad people – Brad has freely shared his chest with the world for thirty years, while Angelina’s campaigned tirelessly for wronged women (and even got William Hague off the streets for a bit). Together, they seemed so happy with their French chateau and 200 children. Now it’s all … Continue reading Brangelina – que pasa?
Every month, we scan our bank statement; every year we scrabble to file our tax returns – but isn’t there a far more important audit we’re missing? In any long-term relationship, there is an unspoken list of checks and balances. If too many grievances start to land in the debit column, a marriage can start to go under. Why not mine? On paper, granted, things … Continue reading Is it time you gave yourself a marriage audit?
Feminism, you’ve got to love it, don’t you? The voice it’s given us girls: “Take me as I am! No? OK then, just take me from behind.” Because that’s where we at now, isn’t it? The feminist movement has been reduced to a tilt of the toosh. ‘Women’ has become a collective noun for buttocks. So when did we stop smiling at the camera and … Continue reading Bottoms – let’s boycott the butt shot
Once a month I wake up with booze on my breath, guacamole in my hair and an ill-defined sense of shame. If I were 21, this might indicate a cracking night out. As I’m 43, it means I got drunk again discussing Jodi Picoult on a near-stranger’s couch. Because like 99.9 per cent of middle-class, middle-aged women, I belong to a book club – and … Continue reading The truth about Book Clubs
Two weeks ago, my two mates and I did something we’d never tried before. No, not ratatouille or Trance, but a Spa Break. What’s more, we did it at a place called The Hampshire Four Seasons, which sounds like a pizza but is actually a posh hotel (the kind that doesn’t sell Tampax from a vending machine out. Or toothpaste by the squirt). Scary stuff. … Continue reading A trip to the Hampshire Four Seasons Spa
Statisticians have identified mid-January as Britain’s Annual Low-Point – our spirits communally crushed by a mix of post-Christmas detox, debt and dismal weather. Boo-bloody-hoo, I say. Most of us have food, shelter and a choice of towels. What’s to fret about? The January Blues, that’s what. They’re mean critters, who clutch your soul, twist your spleen, and then make you do stupid things like read … Continue reading The January Blues – a few reasons it’s not so bad