Confession time, again! I mentioned I couldn’t get my children to engage in therapeutic activity, but I was wrong. Middle Child does. He cycles everywhere. To be more accurate, he Limes everywhere. Helmet free obviously. Now, there’s a big part of me that’s proud of him. Cycling in London is audacious; it takes some guts,…

My parents tried, they really did. They tried to keep me active when I was a child. My mother appeared categorically incapable of sitting still (she still is) and she would drag us out on weekend walks, which I really resented. I once got roped into doing a “fun run” around the Serpentine [large pond…

I’ve always loved Friends. (RIP Matthew Perry, you will be missed). It’s very much of my era, and it still makes me laugh. The characters are genuinely awful, but in an endearing way. My favourite is Monica. She’s striving to be the ideal woman, and does this by nurturing the others. And of course, she…

t finally happened. I took my firstborn to Uni last Friday. And I left him there. I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. Still can’t. Midwives are encouraged to reflect on clinical events that leave them a bit perplexed. Who am I kidding, it’s part of our revalidation process and we have to write…

So I was doing a 36 week birth talk, discussing said choices… I’ve done many birth talks. They’re kind of my thing. I go a bit theatrical, I’m afraid, but I pride myself on giving the woman all the information she’ll need to be fully prepared for the marathon that is birth. Make sure she…

Here’s something I wrote around 15 years ago. As a midwife, you get to see some pretty awful misogyny. Women turning up in tears because they’d been sacked. For being pregnant. Or being dumped. For being pregnant. Pregnant women discovering that their lover has another family. Being exposed to this misery made me feel so…