Hi, come in. Cuppie tea? Or can we justify a glass of wine? Sorry about the mess, I’ll just…shove that in the corner.
I’m Pinchypants. I don’t actually have tight knickers, most of the time (favouring large Bridget Jones-style comfy pants to contain the stretchmarks and mummy tummy) but I do have a surname that once got mutated into Pinchanski by a cabbie and by some alchemy became the nickname Pinchypants, usually shortened to Pinchy.
I’ve got two children: DD (darling daughter), born in August 2006, and DS (darling son) who was born almost exactly two years later. I write about the public relations industry while they are at school, mostly in my home office overlooking our monkey puzzle tree wearing whatever came first to hand, and sometimes in That London wearing a nice dress and heels.
I set up this blog to cover all aspects of parenting and motherhood. When I was diagnosed with breast cancer in October 2010, it also served the remarkably cathartic function of tracking my ‘journey’ (ahem). I’ve been told by very kind people that most of my ‘fuck caaaancer’ posts managed to make them laugh and cry, all at once, and I won a BritMums award at the time for the most inspiring blog, which I was pretty chuffed about.
Right, must go. Deadline to meet; dishwasher to empty; bruise to kiss better.