Chiquita. Gordito. Breakfast. Teeth. Train. That bit of hair on my head that won't stop flipping. Croissant. Sniff. Why don't I own an umbrella? Grey. Heart ache. Smiles. Commute. Too early for lunch? Too early for chocolate? Office. Phone calls. Jeans with worn out knees. Peppa pig. Am I too old for Percy pigs? Home. Home. Home yet? Nursery. Cuddles. That perfect, perfect back of the head smell. Dinner. Bath. Cleaning bathroom floor. More cuddles. Book. Bed. Gordito. Chiquita.
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| Love |
And so goes the brain cycle of a London Mum.
This blog is a stretched out hand for any mums, who like me, feel they are stretched out. Who love their children fiercely. Who are not adverse to the odd soul-searching quote. Who want to create lasting memories for their family.
I am considered to be (by myself and my husband) an expert in:
- budget fun
- dinners that last more than one day
- egg free cooking
- getting lost and accidentally finding great places
- Chiquita and Gordito - my daughter and stepson.
- crankiness
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| Pandebono- Colombian Super Bread. |
I hope you enjoy.
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