The only real options are either to leave London entirely, or give up on having a family. If the next Mayor doesn't take drastic action on the cost of housing, they will drive away workers and their children, leaving a hamstrung economy and eroding communities.
When my husband and I discovered I was pregnant, like every other parent we were delighted and terrified in equal measure. Our daughter was very much wanted, though *whispers* our plan to start a family was not exactly spurred on by my broodiness. Or his.
Just delicious, accessible food that all generations can get stuck into preparing and eating together. That happens to be sugar free. Oh, and ideally involves only a single mixing bowl or oven dish so very little washing up (you've got to dream, haven't you?)
It is okay to let our past shape us, but it should not dictate to us. It is okay to let our fears give us caution, but it should not prevent us. We are ourselves today, not a person held back by yesterday. Life is to be lived, it begins now.
I'm sorry you've already watched more TV than your big brother, and you're two years younger. And that I'm both proud and slightly mortified that your first word is Peppa (the Pig, not the condiment).
As a nation, we seem to put ourselves under more and more pressure each year to make Christmas better and to try and make people happy - and as a result we make ourselves miserable.
I had never really experienced death until I lost my grandfather in 2014. Four weeks later, my mother was diagnosed as terminally ill, and she passed in March 2015. These were excruciating losses, but little did I know that this was just the beginning of losing people from my life.
Tiredness when you have a child does not disappear. It stays with you like eczema. I haven't had a dream in 18 months. In fact, I haven't slept in 18 months. I am currently defying medical science. My brain has basically told its replenishment team to take permanent annual leave as there is no point in replenishing brain cells and restocking my general well-being. They agreed.
I want to raise my boys to be feminists or should I re-name that equalists? And really, I mean "we" want to raise them as such, and not just "I" who wants to do this, as husband and I are on the same page with this one.
I wrote in December about doing Christmas brilliantly. I hope everyone did and had a great time. Part of that ramble was saying that Christmas is an opportunity to end the year well and start a new one well. Ending something well has become a bit of a theme over the last few weeks for a number of reasons.
Let your toddler commandeer your iPhone - and accidentally post to Facebook on your behalf (be careful what photos you have stored...).
Family broadcasting is big business - there are lots of kid shows on air. As the gatekeepers of screen time, mums often play a role in which TV programs their children like. What your kids watch says a lot about you as a parent. For instance...
For the first few days, my pupils were so large, my eyes looked black. I thought this was because I had seen Death and now even looked as different as I felt. But I discovered that this, too is normal. Powerful emotions like love, or pain, make your pupils dilate. So grief can turn your eyes black. The blue is now, gradually returning.
2015 was probably one of the worst years of my life. I know, a bit of a depressing start to this blog plost. The thing about 2015 is despite the many valleys and storms, there was just something so beautiful and amazing about it.
Whether young or old; male or female; rich or poor; the new calendar year is upon us all and represents a fresh opportunity for change for many. Although, psychologically, change can occur at any moment on any given day of the year, you cannot deny that people ooze positivity at this time of year.
To fill out the 1-year-old's baby book without making it obvious I forgot to do it at the time. Sticking photos in should be a piece of cake. Remembering the dates of when each of her eight teeth came through could be a bit more tricky.