Why is it that as soon as we become parents, our conversations start revolving around baby dance classes, sleep (or lack of it) and poo? Before I had kids dancing was an activity confined to a Saturday night after copious amounts of fizzy wine. Now I think nothing of dragging my arse out of bed for a 10am Funky Feet class where I’ll sing … Continue reading Why there’s no such thing as the ‘right’ nappy