Wendy Wason

Last night we went to a dinner party. I am now of an age where sitting down to dinner with a glass of wine in my hand, chatting to good friends is way more appealing than a party where I have to hide my booze in the washing machine and drink it from a mug. [...]

I didn’t blog yesterday because I was annoyed. It’s a shit excuse but it’s true. I was really fucking annoyed. We were off to have an amazing(ly expensive) lunch on the latest Bateaux Mouche – it’s a Bateaux Parisien – essentially the same thing but newer. I like investigating these things and here is my [...]

Today we took my boyfriend on a magical mystery tour. My daughter who is 8 has wanted to do this for months. Me and the boyf have been together for a while now and when I stomped into his life he was well aware of my entourage – a 3 year-old and a 5 year-old. [...]

I totally forgot about blogging today. It was a busy one. Maxi had rugby at 10am. it does annoy me a little that I don’t even get a lie in on a Sunday now but when we are up and out on a really lovely day like today it makes it  little more bearable. The [...]

The problem with writing a blog is that it feels really self-centred to be wanging on about me with the assumption that someone is interested. I understand that stand-up is pretty similar but at least stand-up is punctuated with a little laugh every few minutes so I know that I’m going in vaguely the right [...]

This morning, my boy offered to take the kids to school. This is a delicious luxury – it meant that I could lie in bed until 8.45am! I know! Touch me. Very happy. Today is a good day. I had a photo shoot in the morning for a sit-com I shot in the summer and [...]

So today I thought I would try and do everything. Work , be the perfect mother, hang out with friends then go out tonight an do a gig. It turns out the that leaves me feeling like I am the master of nothing. I must just decide to do ONE thing for the day and [...]

Hello! Finally after a year of having this website that the gorgeous Rory built for me I am blogging.I was going to do it a week ago but my six-year-old son – Max – spilt his weetabix and milk all over my laptop when he was playing Binweevils or some other highbrow kiddie social networking [...]