Leo and I went to visit my Aunty Ruth last week. She lives in a small picturesque village in Oxfordshire, surrounded by fields and farmland.

I performed at Alexandra Palace last night. Now, sat at my dining room table, it all feels like a bit of a dream

Maia turned 10 last week. It hit me harder than I thought: my child going from single to double digits. Choosing a card brought a lump to my throat

A few months ago, on one sunny Saturday, our car registration plates were stolen.

Hesitations aside, I am now officially a "working mother". (Though I loathe this term nearly as much as "stay at home mother".

Somehow, I now have a daughter in year 5. This is unnervingly close to the edge of primary school.

One day last week our little boy woke up to find he was in fact three years old.

It's Friday morning and I'm sat researching the best way to clean mouldy bath toys.

Yesterday, a stranger made me cry. This was not her intention; she was very much the trigger, not the cause,

I did manage to escape to London last weekend for an art fair - it was pure joy