I’d love to tell you we are living for the weekends but at the moment in pandemic mode they are proving to be more like an endurance challenge than a time to celebrate. Lockdown weekdays have structure, there’s zoom calls and online workouts and whatever you’re having yourself. Weekends are a whole other ball game with two unbridled little dudes running riot. After the weekday routine, Saturday morning is like stepping into a hurricane and trying desperately to hold tight to the things that help keep your head together. In my attempt to try and apply some elements of structure…

Throughout lockdown my kitchen has provided plenty of joy, but if I’m completely honest it’s also become the place where the feeling of groundhog day is most amplified. Anyone who is experiencing the pandemic with children will know it’s where parents are sweating bullets round the clock coming up with breakfast ideas now inspired by TikTok, healthy snacks, exciting smiley face shaped lunches and dinners, half of which may ultimately end up on the floor. Even as I write this, I have noticed my audible sigh at thoughts of having to conjure up the energy to do it all again…