Me. Not Mummy.

Me. Not Mummy.

I’m on the plane, alone. No children, no husband, just me. For the next two days I shall be Kimberly – not Mummy. It’s very strange. And bloody brilliant. I thought I was going to write a gushy post about how much I will miss my squishy baby and...

Foot-loose and buggy-free

Having just enjoyed a lovely night ‘out out’ with some pals tonight, here are some simple things that I suddenly realised I could do as a child-free grown up person type for a change. – I can sit wherever the hell I like on the train and not on the...

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