The day I walked past the baby aisle
Doing my weekly shop. As normal. Meandering round the shop, weaving in and out of everyone, throwing a lifetime supply of pasta in the trolley…
Doing my weekly shop. As normal. Meandering round the shop, weaving in and out of everyone, throwing a lifetime supply of pasta in the trolley…
A year in Qatar and I’d say we’re just about settled into our expat life here. The boys are both at school or nursery, we’re…
I’ve been looking through my wardrobe rather despondently recently. Whilst there are lots of pretty party dresses it’s lacking in any kind of substance other…
Living in the Middle East has meant that the boys are experiencing a different childhood to the one that I had. Instead of apple trees…
This summer we went on a lot of days out in the UK. A lot. We went to the Tramway Museum, the Black Country Museum,…
I have been called many things in my time. Wife. Trailing spouse. Mum. Stay-at-home mum. Expat. Blogger. Friend. Banker. Daughter. Laura. To name but a…
The thing about being an expat is that life is very transient. You make friends, then they move away. So you make more friends, then…