Since I had Cygnet my periods have been a lot heavier than they were before I had a baby.  One of you commented on my blog post about the clitoris that your orgasms have been different since you gave birth.  I don’t know why periods and orgasms might be different after childbirth –  I haven’t done my research yet, but I do know that on the first day of my period each month I wish I had shares in Tampax…

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“People are too complicated to have simple labels” wrote Philip Pullman in The Amber Spyglass.  This isn’t the first time that an author has managed, quite succinctly, to summarise my exact feelings. Children are too complicated to have simple labels. My ex is worried.  He is worried about our son, Cygnet, because Cygnet is “quiet”. Cygnet is “shy”.  What I think my ex is really worried about is that Cygnet is inheriting what my ex perceives to be his parents’…

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The word clitoris derives from the Greek word kleitoris which means “little hill”.  For two millennia, we have thought that our most sensitive organ, which has no other purpose than to make us feel good, bears resemblance to a little hill.  This, my friends, is depressing. Our clitoris is so much more than a little hill.  Let me tell you how to find your clitoris, your whole clitoris. Cygnet is two and a half.  I don’t remember when he first…

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When I deleted all of my dating apps on 2nd January this year, it wasn’t a bad date that made me do it. Nor was it the dick pics (don’t panic, clicking on that link won’t show you a dick pic), or the fact that I had been ghosted…again.  It was the sheer overwhelming mundanity of it all.  I was spending hours swiping left on Tinder and Bumble.  I would end up going to bed really late having just wasted an…

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I was a little embarrassed as I explained to the waitress that I had broken off my engagement and was now celebrating the two year anniversary of what was probably the best decision of my life.  My parents and I, just the three of us, were eating brunch and drinking prosecco. I was doubly embarrassed when she brought a small “Happy Anniversary” cake to the table.  For me it is a happy anniversary but I feel guilty about celebrating my…

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A single, and guilty mum.  That’s me. I juggle a lot.  Before I go on about how busy I am I should say that this is my choice.  Okay, the options aren’t vast.  I have to work to pay the mortgage, the bills and to feed and clothe us.  You could also argue that I chose to become a single mum.  I was the one who left.  Again the alternative wasn’t great.  Spend the rest of your life in a…

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If your relationship has drifted apart, or if you want to know how to fall back in love with your partner, then you might want to try asking the 36 questions in love. Everywhere I went on Valentine’s Day I was surrounded by public kisses, bunches of flowers, couples holding hands, heart shaped balloons and teddy bears.  I bought a heart shaped helium balloon for my two year old son, because I love him, and I bought some chocolates for…

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Which songs transport you back in time? I have been listening to Kirsty Young’s Desert Island Discs. Desert Island Discs is broadcast on BBC Radio 4 on a Sunday morning. I tend to listen to the podcast version on my morning commute to work. The format is simple: a guest is invited by Kirsty Young to choose the eight records they would take with them to a desert island. Kirsty is a brilliant interviewer and asks really probing questions in…

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My friends are starting to get divorced.  This week, one of my university friends contacted me to say that she and her husband are getting a divorce.  They have a two year old daughter. We haven’t been in contact for years and I last saw her about five years ago. She’d heard that I am now a single mum having separated from my partner, Cygnet’s father, a couple of years ago. She wondered whether I would meet her for coffee.…

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I have been counting down the days until the end of January since about the 10th of January.  January has been a long hard slog.  In fact, January is a long hard slog every single year.  December was all about new clothes and present wrapping and Christmas trees and Christmas parties and mince pies and mulled wine.  In December, the cold was christmassy, the ice was festive and the dark nights were cosy. In January, the same cold was biting,…

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