So I'm back.
A lot has happened since my last post--this feels like a confession: Bless me, readers, for I have sinned. It has been several months since my last blog post... But not being of the confessing bent, this will have to do.
In short, I've moved house and had a baby. In that order.
The house move was partly out of necessity but partly one of those crazy things you do when you're pregnant. Last time, or just shortly after having my now-almost-four-year-old daughter Clementine, I installed a new bathroom which is about the messiest, most disruptive thing doable on the home-improvement front. This move was motivated by a real need for more space--two kids in a two-bedroom flat would have been a challenge--but also by the fact that Clem is coming up to school age and the local schools in West Hampstead were either CofE or simply dreadful. Or both. And neither were an option. So we did what middle-class parents regularly get a slagging for, that is moved into the catchment of a couple of better schools.
And now I'm all settled in to my lovely new place, Clemmie will be going to a good local school and I've got a gorgeous little boy called Haldane, now 11 weeks and three days old. He's a cutie, blossoming, gurgling away and adorable on every front. He even sleeps pretty well, although depsite my best efforts, he is refusing to be marshalled into the regime recommended by the Gruppenführer Gina Ford. And good for him. So I have to wake up in the middle of the night to feed him, but for god's sake he's only three months old. Less. There's time enough to get all strict and rigid.
So all of this goes some way to explain my absence from the airwaves. But now I'm back, scoffing Omega 3s in an attempt to at least sound coherent. That's where the medium of the internet comes in handy, because you readers don't have to suffer the long pauses as I scramble for the word that will not come or simply lose the thread entirely. Fortunately my friends and family are all very patient, but I don't know how women on short maternity leave do it. I would be screwed if I had to go into an office and perform.
Anyway. Enough. I'm wittering. Let's just say, I'm glad to have my hands on a keyboard once again.
