I was going to publish this post last week, but then I realised that it was Easter Sunday and the title was inappropriately depressing. None of the post is overly cheery, I have to say; but keep going because there’s a (relatively) positive end to all of this grief and death talk. Not that this…
I have been overwhelmed by the response to my post about grief; emails, texts, comments and messages have been popping up in their hundreds – almost thousands – with the most heart-warming words and comforting sentiments. Perhaps the most significant thing I’ve taken away from all of the messages isn’t that everyone is so kind,…
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am physically and mentally incapable of achieving a state of relaxation. When I thought I was going to have four weeks off over Christmas (it was actually two weeks, strictly speaking, but four weeks away from “making content” for the internet) I made a big list of all…
I’ve been trying to watch the BBC series Gunpowder, which is the story of how Guy Fawkes and Robert Catesby devised to blow up the Houses of Parliament, and stars Kit Harrington of Game of Thrones fame. Gunpowder has received many complaints from the general public about its ‘hideously violent’ scenes; at the start of episode one, a…
I’ve had a very odd week in which I’ve found myself plunged, rather prematurely, into a state of Christmas excitement. It started with the delivery of a pre-lit Christmas tree from Next (I can highly recommend one of these if you hate pine needles dropping everywhere and also can’t be bothered with the rigmarole of detangling your…
We’ve moved house. Actually, we’ve more than moved house; we’ve moved halfway across the country, to the beautiful city of Bath. There’s a long-ish story behind this perhaps rather surprising turn of events, but I’ll precis it for you, because it’s an arduous and very boring tale. I know many people were slightly bemused that…
I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching recently. Things have been hectic and somewhat stressful in the AMR household and I have been forced to meditate upon profound personal questions. (See photograph above for a visual indication of what I look like when I ask myself profound personal questions.) Who am I? What am I?…
Can a planner (that’s a diary, Filofax-style, for traditionalists – when did it become “planner”?) make you a happier person? That’s what the thing sitting in front of me seems to promise: it’s called The Happiness Planner and it’s filled with uplifting inspirational quotes and spaces for me to write vaguely self-indulgent things. “What I Hope For Tomorrow”…
I’ve had a good chance to really test the limits of my new haircut, now, and things have been going pretty well. Which has led me to ask the question: could this be my perfect style? Well: yes and no. Perhaps I’m just in the honeymoon phase with my new, shorter hair, but it does…
I have new hair. Please excuse the fact that I’ve taken these photos with my shower in the background – I was filming a video in the bathroom and the light was nice! But anyway, here’s my new style – shorter, blonder, fresher, younger. I love it. Many thanks to the team at the wonderful…
There’s a joke that’s been going around the internet for a while, concerning phones and how nobody likes to answer them anymore. Or perhaps not a joke so much as an observation, but then there’s always humour to be found in the frank depiction of a trait or habit that we haven’t previously recognised in…
Slightly misleading title, depending on how you take it; My Riveting Experiment is a tongue-in-cheek reference to a stupid little project I’ve had on the go this week regarding weather apps. I haven’t been pinning together sheets of metal with actual rivets, nor have I been dabbling in a bit of shipbuilding. Imagine. So if…
Why is it (and this is a rhetorical question, so don’t feel the need to reply) that I can pour half a bottle of washing up liquid into a bubble machine, which is specifically designed to make bubbles, and no bubbles come out, yet I can knock a tube of “non-foaming” baby wash from the bathroom shelf…
Look, I’ve already posted this video over on my baby blog, The Uphill, but it takes me ages to do these “day in the life” videos and so I’m touting it out. It’s an entire day in my life with “two under two” (New Baby Ted was just nine weeks old!) and has cameos from…
I said I’d be back with more podcast recommendations and so here we are, a mere week later, with My Dad Wrote a Porno. Apologies to those who read the title of this post and spat out their tea: be assured that it’s not my own Dad who has written a porno. (Oh GOD, the idea, I…
I’ve really started to get into podcasts. I know that I’m at the risk of being late to every single party going at the moment (first lip liner, now podcasts, next I’ll be raving about, I don’t know, MySpace or something) but I like to tell people about my discoveries just in case they’ve been hiding under a…
It’s almost entirely impossible to focus when you have a three month-old baby. Because it’s the first (I personally think) of the properly cute stages, when babies start to gurgle at you and try to grab things and generally flop about looking gorgeous. Ted is like a little warm bundle of baby smells and baby…
Last week I made a very silly video in support of Comic Relief’s Red Nose Day; I asked* Dexter, my dog, to do my makeup. He did a pretty good job, considering he doesn’t have any fingers, though you’ll have to watch the video and decide for yourselves. Lots of Youtubers took part in a campaign called #RedOut, which…