A short rant about: ‘Myself’.

A short rant about: ‘Myself’.

Nope, I’m not ranting about myself, as in me – Media Mummy, Kimberly. (Although in the context of this title, you’d be forgiven for thinking that.) I’m talking about people who use the word ‘myself’ in the wrong way. As in:...
The Real Sunday Roast is a b*tch.

The Real Sunday Roast is a b*tch.

Growing up, Sundays were all about roasts in our house. Everything we did that day revolved around what time the Lamb needed to go in. My Mum’s roasties were (and still are) the best. As we got older, my brother and I *might* help peel the veg, or make the...
A short rant about: Pies

A short rant about: Pies

Dear pie-makers of Britain. What has become of you?  Cue nostalgic music and fuzzy black and white olden days footage from days of ‘yore. Whatever they are. Once upon a pie, I would marvel at my dinner standing upright on its plate all on its own, and savour the...
Go Go… Go Go… Grown-Up Jetters!

Go Go… Go Go… Grown-Up Jetters!

This morning I tweeted the fact that I sang the CBeebies Go Jetters theme tune for the entire length of my shower, without realising until afterwards. That is, all 3 minutes and 45 seconds of my shower – I have two small people after all. I mean, I do have a lot...
A short (and awkward) note to Ed Sheeran’s Mum.

A short (and awkward) note to Ed Sheeran’s Mum.

Dear Mrs Sheeran, Happy Mother’s Day! Clearly you’re not my Mum as you don’t even know me. But I have something pretty important I need to talk to you about. You know, Mum to Mum. About your Ed. The first thing I must say is that I think your son is...

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