Something strange is happening in my town. Glamorous mums are dropping off their children at school then disappearing. They are returning home, hours later, tired and sweaty, with smiles on their faces.Read More
My fury has been so focused on dandelions, I’ve failed to notice another enemy creeping up behind me. Well, all over my house. It was only when ivy started growing across my bedroom window and my six-year-old son declared, “the house looks like it should have monkeys living in it”, I realised action was needed.
Since leaving London, I finally have a house with a real, actual garden. And while I’d love to revel in the grown-upness of it all, I also have two children. Who would prefer I turn it into something farmed from a Mr Tumble daydream.Read More
As I child, I gently cared for the rotting corpse of a hedgehog. I’d found this incredibly cool ball of prickles in the middle of a pavement and, thinking it an odd place to hibernate, brought it home and carefully placed it in a bush.Read More