Cheers to the fall
In March this year, I fell off my bike and completely shattered my forearm and shoulder. Three hours of surgery, one metal plate, 9 pins and a stay in hospital later, I was discharged home. Being “fairly young” (surgeons exact words), I was expected to make…
The title is so accurate in many different contexts #LookingAtYouTrump- but I am of course referring to this years Caribbean Food Week The CFW festival will return to Windrush Square in Brixton on 26th – 28th of August 2017. In warm up to the festival, I whipped up a couple of meals using Caribbean favourites…
What would you do if you had two homeless people living inside your gas cupboard?
What would you do if you had two homeless people living in your gas cupboard? Stepping outside of my front door this morning, I was greeted by a shiny Maserati sparkling in the early morning light. As I drifted off, wondering which “new Brixton” resident was trying to muscle in on parking this time, the…
Polite ways your friends tell you they think your baby is fat.
How many times have you had to politely smile, nod your head or feign interest when the village (well meaning friends and family members) comment on your baby’s weight?
The unapologetic mummy
A tantrum in public is a WMD in a toddler’s arsenal in the battle of wills against mummy. The other day My Little Toddler (MLT) and I were meeting friends at the South Bank. What is normally a jovial 15 minute bus ride became an arduous expedition: a groundhog of a journey spent explaining and apologising. MLT was exhausted…
ishare. weshare. YOUSHARE.
I was delighted to receive an email today to say that my post The N word had been featured on the YouShare Project. The stories that shape us… The N word is definitely a story that has shaped me. What stories have shaped you? Find many more inspirational and thought provoking stories from across…
Brixton Bids farewell to Bowie
Exit the tube station, politely avoid free newspapers and exhausted rat racers, navigate the Shibuyaesque traffic lights, then walk along the side of Morleys department store. The mood changes. It’s a quieter. Quiet enough to hear Rebel playing. Dark enough for the candles to illuminate the graffiti messages adorning the Iman cosmetics posters on the…
The Great Brixton Bake Off
The Great British Bake Off is a big deal in our abode. For me it’s actually one of the few ‘reality’ competition shows where I don’t want them to all lose. And this year it seemed like the whole nation was gripped with Bake Off fever. Sitting rooms across the land were full of soggy…
Amen for JC (Jeremy Corbyn)
It’s been almost a year since my last post and it’s not really a coincidence that my little, no longer a baby, baby has just turned one. But I cannot put the blame for my lethargic state solely on the babe. Wading through the daily sludge of fad humanism (I think we are still on…
Diaries of a Gardening Novice……From start to finished (for now )
Diaries of a Gardening Novice January My father was an amazing gardener, from Callaloo to Corn he grew all types of local and tropical treats in our garden in the deepest darkest depths of Peckham, London. So you could say that gardening is in my blood.. I wouldn’t, just like his cooking skills, it…