Peter and Jane: A Whole New Kind of Mummy-Blog


Mummy-blogging has been a big thing for years now. You can find mummy-blogs everywhere. There are mums who try to be unmumsy, mums who try to encourage healthy lifestyles for kids, and mums who write simply so that others can empathise with them.

Being a mother, it’s inevitable that I’ve written about my children, but I’ve done so in a way that illustrates something about my life, not theirs.

I read an article recently in the New York Times by a mother who had realized that her incessant documenting of her children’s lives was, without doubt, an invasion of their privacy, and that when they are older, they are most likely going to be less than happy that most of America went through the intimate details of their puberty with them.

These days, mummy-blogs are a bit passé, they’ve been done and, sometimes, done well, but generally we’ve all been there, read it, and moved on. However, I have discovered a page on Facebook that is a delight to read.

The author of the page is anonymous and she states that the experiences are fictional, although I am willing to stake my salary on it that 80% is her experience of motherhood to a tee, with some hyperbole thrown in for dramatic and humorous effect. Or, it’s at least a metaphor for the kind of days that we all have. The kind where we are jumping up and down, mouthing out every expletive we can think of, hidden behind the kitchen wall, praying to the goddess of parenting that we be beamed up to a land of wine and oblivion, and that the hours between 3 and 6pm would not pass so excruciatingly slowly.

‘Peter and Jane’, as it is called, is more than worth a read whether you are a parent or not, though I would advise that you at least be an adult. I would also advise it as a pre-requisite for parents-to-be, because although you’ll read it and scoff and giggle to one another in smug union that this will never be you, one day, it will.

Well worth a ‘like’, you’ll feel better for it! … –

Grubby Pompey…

My husband and I have been wandering around the city (with purpose, not aimlessly) this summer, instead of always using the car.

I am normally a staunch defender of Portsmouth, and maybe it is simply because we have returned from a week in Cornwall, but, has it always been so filthy?

On our way back from Gunwharf, we took in the derelict building opposite the Hard, the grim-as-ever Tricorn area, and the dilapidation next to what was once the Air Balloon, and wondered if we are simply seeing it through different eyes. I can only imagine what holiday-makers think as they depart the ferry and find themselves on the flyover. “I’m a tourist, get me out of here,” springs to mind.


For the first time last week, I read the various News’ columnists’ work online, and some of the comments left by readers.

One of my pieces, that dealt with the concept of faith, had a polite enquiry as to whether or not I was able to discuss various religions in this paper, such as Islam.

In response to that reader, I’d like to say that yes, absolutely, and that I have written long pieces about Islamophobia and media generalisations regarding Muslims, especially in light of global affairs. This is of particular importance to me, given my teaching specialism, and I’d like to state, as I always do, that the central message of Islam, real Islam, is always that of peace.


First published in The Portsmouth News, Saturday 27th August 2016




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