Author Archives: Beth House

Before I had Eli, toddler groups filled me with dread and from what I can gather this isn’t unusual. If ever I expressed it, it was met with murmurs of agreement and an occasional shudder. When we first moved to Shadwell … Continue reading →

One Sunday morning I stirred around 7am just as the pale blue of pre-dawn was slowly becoming a peachy haze. Being a closet suffer of SAD I was quietly relieved that it looked like it might be a sunny day … Continue reading →

‘I was sick of being insecure. Sick of being sad and lonely. Most of all I was sick of being complacent about things that I give a shit about’ These words come from a woman who inspires me from a … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of being invited into a corner of history that I hadn’t walked around in before. Behind a lifeless brick frontage and through the buzz and clang of blue security gates,  it seemed an idyll of East … Continue reading →

The term ‘gardening’ conjures up a variety of responses from people. Some happily class themselves as ‘green fingered’ while others look at you with genuine bewilderment when asked whether they’re interested in it. In my limited experience, a common assumption is … Continue reading →

I made my first halal lasagne last week. As I watched the butcher pull a handful of beef strips out of a plastic washing up bowl and push it into the top of the mincer, I realised with creeping shame … Continue reading →

Yesterday I was joined in the bathroom by Eli and his double decker bus full of people. Fully aware these people are plastic, it remained a strange feeling being watched by eight pairs of eyes (nine including Eli’s) at a … Continue reading →

I may have jumped on the bandwagon. Doing things ten years after everyone else is always fun right? Inspired by blogging strangers, friends and family who keep me entertained with their philosophising, wisdom and fresh perspective on the world (and … Continue reading →