I know we are often told to live in the moment, but I’m one of those sentimental types who often reflect on times gone by. I see nothing wrong with it. I’ve been writing a diary since I was eight years old and every now and again I escape to the loft and flick through […]
You know the one, brow furrowed, deep in thought, concerned and distracted. I catch myself doing it often. I’m usually rushing somewhere, and I’m usually one toddler tantrum away from absolutely losing it. You see it everywhere and often when you catch someone’s eye doing ‘that face’ his or her expression softens a little and […]
I talk about ‘the juggle’ all the time, so I thought I’d give you a real life example. I’d been asked to write my first article for The Sun, which was a pretty exciting prospect. I’d submitted my ‘idea’ just before the school run. It’s the summer so I’m taking a bit of a breather […]
“They just called me an author!” That sounds nice. I have never been called an author before.
I’ve just been shortlisted for a writing competition (The inaugural Vikki Orvice prize) and to be honest I feel a little emotional. I have kept a diary since I was about eight years old (I love ‘offloading’) but I have never tried to write anything properly other than the odd magazine column and I didn’t know if I could do it. I was feeling so many emotions when I finally pressed the ‘submit’ button, a mixture of fear, embarrassment and also excitement, and to hear I have made the final five makes me want to sob, really, really hard.
Such is the nature of our world these days; I read the terrible news on twitter. As I dashed out of a meeting and onto the tube I scrolled to the top and there was a tweet from Alex Scott. “Deeply saddened to hear the news of Vikki Orvice passing this morning” My mouth just fell open, right there and then, and it just stayed there. “No, it can’ t be?” I couldn’t quite believe it. I was so shocked and sad, my eyes stung.
Well how could I not write a blog on Father’s day when my husband is being “Super Dad”? Yes I know the kids are both of ours and I shouldn’t be grateful that he’s simply doing what parents do, but he is going above and beyond by holding the fort for five weeks while I’m here in Russia, which means a whole lot of bath and bedtimes (which I can tell you are both wonderful and exhausting in equal measure), night time wake ups from the kids and I doubt any social life. Hats off to all the single parents out there. What a job you do.