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.
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.
|Pandebono- Colombian Super Bread.|
I hope you enjoy.