I have several copies of my memoir ‘petite anglaise’ (various formats, various languages) and also of my novel ‘French Kissing’ gathering dust at home and I’ve decided t...
Jack was finally born at 41 weeks and 4 days on Monday 2 November, on the night of the full moon. His birth was spookily similar to Tadpole’s. I found myself in the same salle d’accouchem...
As long as Tadpole#2 doesn’t put in a surprise early appearance, I’ll be speaking/signing books on October 7th at the American Library in Paris, in the company of Stephen Clarke (A Year i...
I got an email from a reader the other day enquiring after my well-being and suddenly realised I hadn’t blogged in over a month. The truth of the matter is that I’m fine – indeed, w...
In honour of official ‘French Kissing’ publication day, I just wanted to answer a lot of the queries I’ve been receiving on facebook and by email about the novel’s availabilit...
I’m fed up of being pregnant. ‘I honestly feel like time has slowed to a crawl,’ I moan to The Boy as I toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable position in bed. ‘I swear, ...
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Our little family of three (plus bump) is heading to Turkey (more specifically, to the Lycian coast) for two weeks, so things will be (even) quieter than usual around here. In the meantime, I leave y...
In the weeks leading up to our second ultrasound scan, lots of people began asking me whether we’d be in favour of taking a closer look at baby’s undercarriage to determine its sex. This ...
My first trimester blues (and headaches, and tummy aches, and indigestion) began to fade once I’d got the first three and a half months behind me. Now, just clear of the halfway mark, I’m...
I’ve written a guest post for the folks over at the Window Seat blog on Travelocity which might interest any readers planning a trip to Paris in the near future. Enjoy!
I just happened to spot the new cover for the Random House paperback edition of petite, published in the US and Canada on 9 June (which I suspect will be overshadowed by Tadpole’s birthday, on ...
Every time I think about Tadpole’s upcoming sixth birthday party I am filled with dread. In previous years I’d always had a cast-iron excuse not to throw one. When she was three, for exam...
test post after new server/host install
I’m currently moving this site over to a new host, which may mean the page appears a little scrambled until I manage to iron out any problems which will inevitably crop up as a result of the mo...
Meet the foetus. A little weekly ritual of mine and Tadpole’s consists of looking up on various websites the info for whatever week of pregnancy I happen to be in (the tail end of week 16 at th...
The first trimester of this pregnancy has been unexpectedly rough. There was the all day nausea, which seemed to peak in the evenings, making a nonsense of the phrase ‘morning sickness’. ...
I am shelling peas in the kitchen while listening to some vintage Aphex twin when I realise that Tadpole has gone disturbingly quiet. ‘Sweetie? What are you up to?’ I call, peering over t...
I introduced the idea of a new addition to our family several months ago, long before I began taking folic acid or dispensed with taking ‘precautions’. Tadpole was predictably delighted a...
So… I’ve actually been back for ten days now, and it’s taken me this long to get my act together and upload my favourite photos, let alone open up the “write” tab in wor...
At the risk of upsetting those of my readers who find self-promotion irritating, I just wanted to share with you the contents of the package that arrived this afternoon. It occurs to me that Tadople ...
It’s almost bedtime and having just popped a decidedly honeymoon bikini-unfriendly gratin into the oven, I’m putting my feet up for a moment. Tadpole pads out of the bathroom wearing a to...
I think of all the things I’ve posted on this blog, the Tadpole sings category affords me the most retrospective amusement. Listening to her ‘performance’ of Twinkle Twinkle Little ...
Tadpole and I hurry along the cobbled street, hand in hand, trying to avoid the patches of black ice that have formed overnight. An anxious glance at my watch reveals that it is 8.28, and I quicken m...
Okay, I admit it. I’ve been “on a break”. I’m not going to apologise, or offer a bouquet of excuses. I happen to think that when you find you’ve run out of things to say...
‘Oh my God!’ I shriek as I flick through the TV channels and land on M6’s new reality show, its name displayed in the bottom corner of the screen with the ‘M’ of maman t...
I’d only ever spent five days in the USA prior to my trip to San Francisco. It was back in May 2001, when the twin towers were still standing proud and tall and Tadpole was nothing more than an...
It was already raining the night I flew into San Francisco, my nose pressed against the plane window, but the weather did nothing to dampen my excitement. It was all I could do to prevent myself squa...
I take out Tadpole’s carnet de santé, the notebook which was presented to me at the hospital when she was born, in which doctors record the reason for every visit and the fill in the vaccinatio...
I don’t think it has quite been finalised yet (there’s the small matter of making the word ‘Anglaise’ more readable which needs addressing) but I just stumbled, quite by chanc...
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