Helena Frith Powell's Blog, page 8

Good Housekeeping yummy mummy column

Mothers no longer have the luxury of looking like slobs and blaming it on their children. No, these days we are all expected to be yummy mummies; back in our skinny jeans minutes after giving birth, our nails manicured and … Continue reading →

Give this woman an Oscar…

I have just read in Muscat Daily the amazing story of Haifaa al Mansour, Saudi Arabia’s first female film director. Her film, Wadjda, is the first Saudi film ever to be up for an Oscar. It is the story of … Continue reading →

All I want is a room somewhere…

I am trying to organise Christmas. I know it’s only September, but when you’re coordinating children, a husband and houses in different continents there are no prizes for leaving everything to the last minute. This summer for example I booked … Continue reading →

The Times today…

The Times and The Sunday Times e-paper – Weekend – 7 Sep 2013 – Page #1

The greatest soap opera of them all

Last night I dreamt about Ashley Cole. The night before I dreamt that we were no longer in the Champion’s League. They say that women discover either God or gardening. I have discovered goals. More specifically goals scored by men … Continue reading →

French emergency

As I dropped Leo off this morning at the hallowed Chelsea training ground in Cobham I was more than usually relived. It is always a joy dropping him off at any sporting venue, but this was particularly poignant because only … Continue reading →

I vow to thee my country…

It is a truth universally acknowledged that only a foreigner (like me) can have such a ridiculously romantic view of England. I am at my happiest when in England, especially now with Wimbledon in full swing, the sun shining and … Continue reading →

The ferals go to School

I have decided to try my hand at an internet bestseller. It worked for 50 Shades so why not? This is not going to be badly-written porn though, rather more in the Enid Blyton vein of writing. Let me know … Continue reading →

Landscape, what landscape?

I am getting old. The reason I know this is not the wrinkles or the aches and pains, but that I have discovered landscape. Landscape was a word that used to make me switch off as soon as I heard … Continue reading →

Settling in well….

“Would you be angry if I covered a lacrosse pitch with loo paper?”This slightly leading beginning to an email was sent to Rupert yesterday, and alerted us to the fact that Bea had been up to mischief at school. The … Continue reading →