When I moved house almost two years ago post-separation I got a bit sniffy about downsizing my home. This was in the days when I believed that the size of your house was directly relevant to your happiness, you understand,…
Every single night at about 11pm I tiptoe quietly into the bedroom next to mine. I go to Hux first, who is always lying on his tummy, with his nose snuggled into his favourite smelly old muslin cloth. He has…
…or so the saying goes. Not as far as I’m concerned… I’m not weak and I still need as much sodding sleep as I can get; eight hours if possible. When I was mid-way through my bout of PND my…
Before I had a baby I never thought much about sleep as a commodity. It was something I loved to do (and would do as much as possible) but if I ended up at a party on a Wednesday night…
This post originally appeared at my old blog, www.the-alice.co.uk. My gorgeous, lovely, slept-through-the-night-since-six-weeks baby girl has become a nightmare. Last night she woke up at 3am for the day: in the last week we’ve had a couple of 5am-ers but…
This post originally appeared in my old blog, www.the-alice.co.uk I have made my career in working with computers for a reason. Computers, and the internet, are predictable. You do A using method B and get the result of C. There…