Win 4 Tickets To OnBlackheath Festival

I was having serious Camp Bestival withdrawal symptoms this weekend – a year ago, we went to our first family festival together and it was utterly fantastic. But this weekend, while I was watching lots of people I know have an amazing time there (and quietly sobbing into a paper cup of wine for that genuine festival feel) I’m looking forward to another family friendly festival… and this one is much closer to home.

On September 14th, we’re heading to OnBlackheath. The inaugural festival on Blackheath Common in south east London is in partnership with John Lewis and sees Massive Attack and Frank Turner headline with performances from The Levellers, Aloe Blac, Grace Jones and Athlete.

There’s also going to be a real foodie presence with a farmers’ market and a cooking demo stage hosted by Gizzi Erskine and featuring a range of Michelin-starred British talent – all cooking up tasty creations for you to sample.


For the younger festival goers, OnBlackheath promises a fabulous area designed specially for kids, with arts & crafts workshops, games and special performances. Sounds good, doesn’t it?


Blackheath holds a special place in my heart – I lived there for three years in my 20s and loved mooching around the gift shops and drinking coffee outside the many cafes. The common is a beautiful space that I used to sit on (usually outside the Prince Of Wales pub if I’m honest, with a Bacardi Breezer in hand) and watch the kites flying by. I’m super excited to go to the festival – and giddy at the thought that it’s just a bus ride away from my house!

I can’t wait to put my floral hairband on (might get one for the three-year-old too) and soak up the atmosphere… and late summer sun hopefully.


And you could be there too! OnBlackheath have given me four tickets for Sunday 14th September to give away. To be in with a chance of winning:

• Comment on this blog post, saying which act on Sunday 14th September you’d most like to see if you win

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1. Entry is open to UK residents aged 18 and over, excluding anyone professionally associated with Not Another Mummy Blog or the Promoter.
2. One winner will receive four tickets for OnBlackheath, valid on Sunday 14th September 2014 only. The prize is non-transferable and there is no cash alternative.
3. The prize draw starts at 12.01am BST on 4th August 2014 and closes at 11.59pm BST on 29th August 2014.
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Bad Mums’ Club: So There’s A Chance I’ve Forgotten My Daughter’s Birth Weight…


There are certain things you store in your head, when you become a mum, aren’t there? Your child’s first word, the memory of that first time they laughed, how much they weighed when they were born…

Oh crap. What did my daughter weigh when she was born?

Yes, folks, my Bad Mums’ Club confession this month is that I have no idea what my child’s birth weight was. I can see you shaking your head in disbelief and rolling your eyes at how this could even be possible. The thing is, I definitely used to know her birth weight. It once roll off my tongue in a split second. I’d be sitting around with my NCT friends, small-baby-and-muslin on shoulder, discussing the colour of poo and what it means (sample chat: “Is bright yellow bad?”… “Oh it could be because he had his jabs this week…?”) and someone would casually ask what my daughter weighed at birth, and I’d just tell them.

But somewhere along the way, in amongst information about weaning and puree, Jumperoos and Mini Micro Scooters going IN to my brain, my daughter’s birth weight fell OUT of my brain.

Does this actually make me a bad mum, though? Do I need to know her birth weight? After all, I can look back at her birth and I know (despite my foggy Pethadine-induced haze) that I had to push an actual baby out of my vagina. I pushed a lot. Pushing her up and out was without a doubt the most mindbendingly surreal thing I have ever experienced – do I need to know the actual weight of the human I ejected from my body?

There’s something about your child’s birth weight, though, that seems IMPORTANT. Part of me feels like I’m admitting to not remembering when her birthday is (which PS I do know).

But I remember other things that, personally, I think are more important. Like the first time we sat and drew together and the first time she had her face painted (she was Spider-Man). I remember the moment I realised she is a genuinely funny person with the skill to make people laugh. I remember the first thunder storm she didn’t get scared by, standing by the open back door watching the rain and lightning. I remember the first time she recited the whole alphabet (me: “It’s zed, not zee!”) and when she counted all the way to 30.

And anyway, if I really want to know her birth weight, I can just look in her red NHS book, right? Oh hang on, I lost that……

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My PND Hangover

Hangover cure

We all know how to deal with hangovers, don’t we? Lots of water, a carb-loaded breakfast (bacon sarnie mmmm), a potassium-rich banana and crisps are my fail-safe tactics. If it’s really bad, flat Coke does the trick. Those kind of hangovers are few and far between for me, these days. Thankfully.

But one hangover I’m not sure how to deal with is my post-natal depression hangover. If my first year of motherhood was the banging night out with tequila shots and oversharing in a shouty manner, over loud cheesy music, then I’m currently in the day after the day after. You know that stage when you’re over the worst of it but the after effects are still with you – dry mouth, dull ache to the head, yawning lots and still swearing you’ll never drink again.

I still feel weird saying that I had post-natal depression, because I never saw a doctor about it, or even knew I was suffering from it, at the time. It was only last year (by which point my daughter was two) that it dawned on me. Every time I say it out loud to friends, I cringe, thinking they’re about to say, “Yeah, but you didn’t really suffer from PND did you?” Of course, I’m fairly sure they’re not really thinking that. But we (myself included) feel more ready to accept medical conditions when a professional has made the diagnosis. For obvious reasons.

But with something like this, sometimes you just know. It’s the only explanation for the anxiety and inability to cope that I felt for the first year of being a mum. I haven’t written about it a huge deal here but back in January, I wrote about it over on The Motherhood so do take a read. It was incredibly hard to write, as is this.

So back to my PND hangover. There are definite after-effects that I’m still feeling. If I’m totally honest, the main reason I currently have one child, rather than two or three, is the knot that still forms in the pit of my stomach when I remember having a small baby. When people ask me if I’ll have another (note to those people: Stop asking. It’s a rude and personal question) I make a flippant joke but inside I’m trying not to vomit. I’ve said to many a friend that if we do decide to have another child, I’ll be ready to sacrifice a year of my life (and sanity) for the greater win of extending our family. Isn’t that sad? That I see it as a sacrifice?

Another shockwave that is still being transmitted from that year is the amount of time I spend with my daughter. If you read my blog regularly, you’ll know I’m all ‘Woo for working mums!’ and I’ve written in the past about my decision to work full time. But the reality is that working full time when my daughter was 18 months old was a coping mechanism. I was so emotionally worn out from the year before, I couldn’t have dealt with days on my own with her. And now, nearly four years later, I’m still working full time. I see other mums work flexibly so that they can hang out with their kids, and the idea really appeals to me, until that knot in my stomach appears and I start to panic that I wouldn’t be able to cope.

Which is crazy. Of course it is. Partly because I’ve got an amazing, bright, happy nearly-four-year-old now rather than a small baby. She’s so much fun to spend time with, and we have amazing fun every weekend. And partly because I’m not suffering from PND right now – I’m stronger and happier than I was back then. But that knot is there, quietly reminding me that I didn’t cope in my year at home during maternity leave. I really want to ignore it but it’s something I have to work towards, gradually.

I wish a bacon sandwich and flat Coke would make this hangover disappear.

Going Here, There & Everywhere (aka How To Tire Out A Three-Year-Old)

Three- year-olds have endless energy, don’t they? Ours runs, jumps, skips, plays and sings all day long and still has room for more. But last weekend I think we actually managed to tire her out.

Call it ‘Working Mum Syndrome’ if you like, but we tend to pack as much fun as we can into every weekend. Even more so, during the summer. Last year, we did every village fete in a 20 mile radius, hit up Camp Bestival, headed to Lollibop and climbed Mount Everest (that last one might be a fib).

And this summer is just as busy. But last weekend, we probably did a bit too much. How do I know? Our three-year-old (who always wakes up before her GroClock sun appears each morning at 6.22am) slept in until 7am. She was officially worn out from the fun we had.

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In the two days, we went on six bus journeys, four trains and two tubes. And did a lot of walking. This photo (above) was taken on the tube platform, when those little legs needed a rest.


On Saturday, we took the train into London, early doors. First stop: Harrods. So we don’t visit Harrods very often. Aside from the fact it’s in SW London, and we live in SE London (Oh, OK, we technically live in Kent…) I’ve got much more of a Marks and Spencer and John Lewis kinda budget. But Harrods is simply lovely to wander around, isn’t it? We ‘oohed’ at sofas with a £9000 price tag and ‘ahhed’ at beautiful designer kidswear before making our way to the Rewards Lounge for a Mini Harrods event that we’d been invited to check out.


I hadn’t heard of Mini Harrods before but it’s a really cool little club that your kids aged between two and ten can join if you have a Harrods Rewards Card. Saturday’s event was a painting workshop – and our three year old LOVED it. Little easels were set up, each with a small canvas on, and next to it were brushes and a palette. The lovely staff welcomed the small group of children and chatted away, learning names and explaining what they’d be doing. Then the kids got stuck in, painting summery scenes with acrylic paint while the Frozen soundtrack played in the background. It was basically our daughter’s idea of heaven.

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Think Again About World Hepatitis Day 2014

Did you know it’s World Hepatitis Day today?

When you think about world health days, you might automatically think about World AIDS Day on Dec 1st – there are ribbons, concerts and global events all to raise awareness of it. But World Hepatitis Day is possibly a lesser-known world health day. Yet every year the virus kills 1.5million people worldwide – that’s as many as HIV/AIDS.

The World Hepatitis Alliance launched World Hepatitis Day in 2008, concerned about the lack of priority of hepatitis as a killer. To raise awareness of World Hepatitis Day 2014, ‘America’s loudest lounge singer’ Richard Cheese has combined forces with The Netherlands puppeteer, Lejo, to produce a brilliant YouTube video…


It is, without a doubt, one of the most important videos of the year, so after you’ve watched it, please help raise awareness of hepatitis by clicking ‘share’ and including the Hepatitis: Think Again 2014 campaign hashtag #thinkhepatitis.

• Sponsored by World Hepatitis Alliance