In praise of the Smug Mummy.

My name is Kelly. I am 32 (or 28 if a handsome young fellow asks) and I am a Smug Mummy. And proud. I wholeheartedly believe my child is wonderful and am happy to celebrate…

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Living with CIDP: Diagnosis

‘Your feet are icy, stop wriggling!’ ‘I can’t help it, I’ve got pins and needles again.’ I didn’t know it, but almost four years ago, these were the first symptoms of CIDP. I put the…

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Flapjacks: The 1980s teatime edition

A lot has changed since the 1980s. Cadbury’s Creme Eggs have shrunk to 1/8 of their previous proportions (probably). Children’s television lasts indefinitely, as opposed to the 90 precious minutes after you got in from…

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Store Cupboard Lemon Drizzle Cake

Despite the fact I love its enveloping stickiness and lengthy tin life, I rarely make lemon drizzle cake. This is because I never have a lemon. Any lemon that enters my household is quickly dispatched…

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Jam Roly Poly: Because baby it’s cold outside…

Like the rest of Britain, my little corner of the Shire is caked in snow. What better reason to stay indoors, crank up the oven – particularly if your heating is as ineffective as mine…

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